one pound.

one pound? one crappy little pound is all i have lost. i said to myself as i looked at the scales, i started to think is it really worth it? is this all really worth it in the long term? am i happy? i couldn't answer any of those questions i asked myself, i'll answer them when i am 90 pounds. my mum said to me today; maybe if you hadn't been starving yourself. & i stopped and thought shit she knows, i quickly changed the topic.

i have fasted for three days and i can feel my body shutting down on its self, slowly. walking takes all my energy. i have a bad back. but then when i get hunger pains i feel beautiful & relise its worth all the pain and lack of food. i have had nearly no urge to go and eat today. i had my usual few mouth fulls of fruit juice that i have everyday. and half a glass of ribena. i went on the wii fit for a while, i would of stayed on it alot longer if me and my mum hadnt started arguing. i think monday-friday i might start getting up and going for a run/jog at half six. the time my mum goes to work. because i need to start doing something to loose more weight. i would join the gym again if i had any money, but my mum is refusing to pay for it.

any ideas of what exercises i can do in my room? ofcourse i do the usual sit ups.

other things in life are umm going pretty well i guess, i've came to terms with im never going to get T back. It's four weeks today since we broke up. and i relised i need to get a grip. and since im always thinking about what im eating how much exercise im doing i dont really think about him to much.

  

what i would do for these arms.

KG; on shitty little stone lighter.