confused, disgusted, hopeful, punishing, hurt...
story of my life!
After Tuesday and half of Wednesday spent bingeing, I sat down in front of my mirror and made my priorities clear to myself.
I looked up some thinspo, I read some quotes, made myslf a new bracelet and now I feel...a little better.
I ate very little the rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday (yesterday) and now I dropped to 119.5. No celebration allowed. LOL. I'm gonna die a little inside if my weight is gonna spike up again tomorrow.
Just a couple hours ago my mind went blank and I totally binged on some sweet granola..ick...sugar, saturated fats...
So.......I purged it all out.
And I realized physical pain means nothing.
For some strange reason, my mum told me that I had lost "enough" weight.
I couldn't help but sincerely believe that she was feeling jealous and/or intimidated because she's weighed more than me all my life, and recently she dropped to like 10 pounds less than me, and now I weigh less than her again! She noticed that I did lose like 15 pounds...
All of this fuels my passion, dears.
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