I literally cannot seem to lose any weight. I have been eating super healthy- I’ve not been eating any bad carbs like potato, bread, pasta, very little dairy, nothing junk, even less fruit because of the sugars. It’s essentially been protein, vegetables and beans/lentils. I’ve been exercising more- I even did the London to Brighton cycle yesterday which is 50 something miles. And yet, I got on the scales today and it said 163lbs. Seriously! I’ve lost 2lbs in 3 weeks and I’ve done literally nothing wrong. Ok, last night after the cycle I had a small piece of cheesecake. That’s it! How am I not losing anything!? This is ridiculous, why am I even bothering?
i actually have a fashion taste that is completly different from what i actually wear but i dont have enough confidence to wear what i really want to wear
It’s now been 3 weeks (nearly) since I’ve been doing the most intense diet. And I’ve lost 5lbs in 3 weeks. That’s shit. I know they say 1-2lbs a week, but I know my body, at least in the first week I lose a lot more. Most people do. I was expecting 8lbs ish overall. I’m so put out. Why even bother? I actually want to cry. I know it’s only 3lbs difference between what it is and what I wanted, but 8lbs would put me almost in the 150’s, and I’m still slap bang in the middle of the 160’s. everything seems so much more unattainable. I was hoping to be almost in the 140’s by the time I went on holiday late June and that’s never going to happen. I’d need to lose 15lbs in 3 weeks. Fucking impossible. Eugh I hate my body.
Why is my weight stalling? I’ve been so so good on my diet that last 2 weeks, no caffeine, no bread, pasta, wheat, no chocolate or sweets and potatoes on like 2 occasions. I weighed myself just now (yeah I normally weigh myself in the morning, but still) But how is it not showing any difference? No even 1/2 a pound! This is ridiculous- I feel smaller but apparently I’m still my fat old self.
I know I haven’t been posting for a while but I just had to write about these last few days.
Went to a gig with my boyfriend and a couple of his friends. At first I thought I might be the odd one out, being the only girl, but it was so lovely. We all got on really well and he really looked out for me.
The next day we stayed in bed for a lot of the day, only venturing out to get some lunch, which again was awesome.
Now, I don’t want to glorify drugs or anything, but we decided to get some MDMA. I’d been wanting to try it for a while, but wanted to be with someone I felt truely safe with.
And my god, the experience was fantastic. We stayed in, and just focused on each other. He was so honest with me about everything. About how he think I might be the one, and we have a proper future together. And he loves me just as I am. He makes me feel beautiful anyway, but that night I felt like the absolute most beautiful woman in the world. And as much as I tried, I don’t think I made him feel the same, even though he is (the most beautiful man that is)
And to top it off, we had the most mind blowing sex. Like off the charts good.
I really think this could be the one. I just hope to god I don’t blow it. Xxx