If you love someone…
You have to be happy for them.
You have to support them, endlessly.
If they are making the effort to better themselves, or to make a better future for themselves, you have to be fucking happy for them.
You have to give them your support in their path, even if it completely changes everything you thought might be possible.
Because YOU need to focus on bettering you, while they focus on bettering them. If you want something, YOU go get it for yourself.
But if they want something, support them.
Even if it breaks your heart.
Weigh in Wednesday
Down three pounds from my 5 pound weight gain last week.
But still up two pounds from where I started.
It’s something I guess.
So somehow I GAINED five pounds this week.
I don’t even understand how that’s possible.
It makes me so sad…
That people will use things like starvation diets and coke and countless other drugs as a way to lose weight. And when they start losing the weight people congratulate them and tell them how wonderful they did and so on.
You aren’t working for anything. You have become so desperate that you’re taking the easiest way out. Yes, it takes dedication to stick to a diet, but being dedicated to something that is completely unhealthy and is a quick fix that will lead to a lifetime of more struggles than you started with is so silly.
I only say all this because I did those diets. And I regret it everyday. If I had realized at first what I realized half way through, I wouldn’t be struggling as much as I am now.
Doing drugs and eating 900 calories a day and going for runs when you’re all hopped up instead of making an entire lifestyle change, will only lead you back to the start, if not even further behind.
Goals for the next ten days:
-75oz of water a day, at least.
-Run at least 5 times.
-Bike at least 3 times.
-Be at least -2 pounds by my weigh in on the 9th.
All natural chicken and cilantro wontons that are only 50 calories for 4 pieces. Get in me, now.
fitspiration is soooo triggering for me like I can’t look at it. it doesn’t inspire me, all it does is further remind me of how imperfect I am and how I can never be
Girls night out was really fun last night.
But it was definitely a slap in the face and a reminder of how much harder I need to be pushing myself.
I was just so uncomfortable and felt like the largest girl in there. There was a short while when I felt pretty confident going out in stuff like what I wore last night, but I ended up just feeling like I shouldn’t have even gone.
I just don’t want to feel so large anymore.