I am incredibly hungry and craving the sensation of food in my mouth, but am NOT about to jeopardize everything I'm working towards. My skinny jeans, as previously reported, are finally fitting just right (there's still a little bit of muffin top) and the number on the scale is 145 lbs. Just last night it was 153.5, but then I had to dash to the loo - I hadn't gone in three days! and...well...the rest may be mercifully skipped over. Suffice it to say there was a violent expulsion (enema-style) of any refuse my body was holding on to. Thus the water weight was lost.
Now I just have to be careful to not slip up. I've come a ways but there's a LONG way left to get to 115. That's still thirty pounds away and hopefully by the time it happens, I'll have a perfectly flat stomach, narrow sides, and concave cheekbones. If not - well, I'll have to get to 100 pounds like Keira, but one step at a time.
Intake so far today? One pear and a glass of OJ. But I did exercise this morning. And now that the weekend is over, no excess calories are being consumed in the form of alcohol. For dinner, I'll have a cup of sprouts and a bottle of Diet Coke.
Gonna take a mini-nap now, so TTYL. I'll leave you with some thinspo, since my blog is looking a little bit bare.
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