Today is my 3rd day of Healthy Skinny Girl Diet. I'm so so so courious what will happen. I hope I'll loose some pounds at last. I just realized I didn't weight myself at the beginning of the diet. Have to do it today. The next weighting - after the 2 weeks.
It's the very first diet in my life so I feel like brave kung-fu panda ,or sth. :) Yes, it's strange, but I've always prefered not eating than eating things someone tells me to eat. So that diet seems perfect, because it's based on the amount of callories and cardio training, not on the food.
I made some new rules in my diet:
+ Fruits/vegetables are count during the week, I don't count them on weekends
+ Calories burned are not subtracted from the intake for the day
Sometimes I'm so weird. Two days ago I met a man in a tram. I first saw him few months ago, he was looking at me, smiling. I had a very bad month, had some problems at home, with my fiance and at work, and his smile gave me hope, that I'm not useless. And from that moment we've been meeting in tram (not a word was spoken between us :) ) from time to time, smiling to each other, catching eyes, ect. For a few months I haven't seen him, until two days ago. It was as usual, we were smiling to each other, from time to time, and then I realized I can't stand up. Cause he can't see my knees. Oh, yes, I stood up and got out but I panicked inside. I was sure, my knees are fat (fatter than few months ago) and he'll notice :) That's really odd.
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Yesterday was OK. I think it'll be better to eat about 1000 kcal a day, and feel good. Eating less than 400 kcal a day makes me feel great, I'm proud of myself, but after a while I feel nervous and frustrated. Of course I won't be skinny in 2 weeks, but there'll be no jojo effect (I hope).
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Oh, I'm not good at diets and fasting. I havent' been on diet in past 2 weeks. No fasts, no excersises. I don't know what'd happedend. I just decided to eat. I gained for about 1 pound, and I'm so so so so so so amazed it's not more than that. It's a strange feeling when you're saying to yourself, you can eat everything. Strange and new.
Now I have to say - NOT EATING IS BETTER FOR ME.
Eating is Ok for a day or two, or even a week, but after that time, you're so anxoius about the weight. Of course you're still counting callories, trying to eat only low fat things, but you eat everything you want and that's strange. And you're ashamed when people look at you. Do I look fatter or not? When will they realize I've gained? That's the question which apeears in your head one day. And since that moment you can't get rid of it.
I'm going home today. My aunt's feeling bad, she's (probably) going to the hospital on Monday so I want to be with her for the next two days. I think she needs to talk to somebody, and the rest of my family is not good for it. Everyone's terrified, but nobody wants to talk with her.
So it'll be a hard weekend.
Today I'm starting another fast. Hope, I'll make it. Wish me luck.
I decided to start a 60 days Challenge. Hope it'll help me loose some pounds (10 pounds precisely :)). Today I'm feeling fine. The fast went OK (I ate some things in the evenig but it wasn't binging). It was rather funny. My hands were shaking when I was holding knife and fork. I was trying to hide it from my husband. Pathetic but funny. He didn't realize I didn't eat anything because I said I ate at work. Then I ate 4 chocolates. Yes, yes, I know, not good. But I don't care. Today and tommorow will be better. All of my life will be better. I don't know why I am so excited :) But I really am.
I decided to eat breakfast every day. It's not easy, because usually I'm not hungry in the morning. But I made myself to eat 1/2 of grapefruit (50 kcal). I'm having the second half for lunch (50 kcal).
I think the next days will be the veggie/fruit fiesta :) No meat, no pasta, no rice. Just vegetables and fruits. So for the dinner I'm planning a nice salad (150 kcal) or boiled vegetables (200 kcal). It depends on what I'll find in my fridge :)
It won't be more than 500 kcal today.
(Don't think about cutting. Don't thing I'm disguisting.)
I think I can work it out :)
The Beatles - We Can Work It Out (2009 Stereo Remaster)
Oh. I hate weekends. I binged. And then cut myself yesterday. Only a little cut on my right wrist. Why? I don't know why. Maybe I was courious. Maybe I wanted to punish myself because I am fat, disguisting pig. A pig that wants to stuff her mouth with chocolate. I hate myself when I'm looking at people eating.
I hate eating. I hate myself when I'm eating. And hate thinking about food. Now I'm thinking about it. Chocolate, crisps, cheese, bread, sweets. A girl in my office's eating her breakfast. Oh God, I hate it. I'm taking a sip of coffe (0,0% fat milk). The sound of eating. That little mantra in my head. Sweets, sweets, sweets, chocolate, sugar, sugar. Eat me. Sometimes I can't stand it. All I'm thinkig about now is going to the shop, buying some chocolate bars, stuff my mouth with it. Taste them.Feel them, smell them.
I'm feeling like fucking Alice in Wonderland. Food's calling me :) Eat me, drink me.
(Of course I was stupid and cut the rignt wrist. I'm right-handed so it's aching when I'm writting).
It's better now. I've already eaten 245 kcal and it's 3 pm. Not bad. Today I'm visiting my friend and her little babygirl so I'll be busy (means not eating till evening). So if I'll be strong enough I'll probably eat about 600 kcal today. That'd be great.
Tommorow's weighting day. I'm so scared after that weekend. Hope it'll be lower than 60 kg. If I gained some pounds, I'll be mad.
I've eaten a lot yesterday. But it wasn't more than 1000 kcal, so I'm telling myself it's not that bad. Everything would be perfect without those toasts. I don't know why I bought bread and cheese. I was stupid.
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Stupid and fat. Yes. That's the part where I write about myself again. I need to write it but you don't have to read. So don't read it. I'm creepy. Yes I am. And all of those thoughts. I - me - mine - I - me - mine. I hate thinking about myself. So fucking selfish. Every sentence starts with I- ME - MINE. God. It's so frustrating. Each time I start talking I'm focused on the word 'I'. I hate it. Want to talk without it. Just don't talk about myself. But I'm doing it again, here. The appearance is a part of it. I want to vanish. Sometimes. Don't have to exist. It's not a suicidal thought. Not this time.
The Beatles - I Me Mine
I'm talking about the whole I - ME - MINE - being selfish - because my friends say that I have to focus on myself. Your mother's problems with alcohol. She's sick, but youHAVE TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF. Your family is quarreling for all of the time, butYOU HAVE TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF. No, don't be mad that your parents didn't remember about your Birtday (last year), just FOCUS ON YOURSELF. Your aunt's cancer and she's dying, but YOU HAVE TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF. Your brother can't get any work butYOU HAVE TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF. Your fiance is a bastard (a long story) butYOU HAVE TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF.
And now I'm just courious - HOW?
So for the last few months every time they've been asking me what's going on, I responded that:
- my mother is an alcoholic
- my aunt is dying
- I mean nothing to my family and they forgot about my Birthday
- my brother is lazy
- my fiance is a bastard
but I'm FOCUSING ON MY LIFE, ON MYSELF, my relationships, my work, my time. I - ME - MINE. Bullshit. I hate it. Hate talking about it. It's easy to say you have to be strong. OMG YOU'RE SO STRONG, my friends say sometimes. It's a crap. I can't even be strong enough to eat less.
I just want to tell them that my mother's drinking, my aunt is dying, my brother is so lazy he can't get any job, and my fiance (now my husband) hurt me so much and I can't focus on I-ME-MINE life. I just can't. I want to cry and be weak and tell them I can't stand be strong any more.
But I'm not like that.
Edie Sedgwick
http://tyamazing.tumblr.com/
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Yesterday:
560 kcal - toasts
131 kcal - halva
100 kcal - sandwich
114 kcal - 3x rice cakes
60 kcal - 3 x coffe
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965 kcal
( + 1x excersise - I felt so bad I wasn't able to excersise in the evening)
The meeting was great. We were talking about law (my friend is a lawyer) and punishment. About crimes, especially murders and statistics. I didn't know that 70% homicide cases are unsolved each year. When I was younger I was reading detective stories for all of the time (I still love Christie and Conan Doyle), I was so so so so interested and happy that someone can tell me more about the real trials.I know I am creepy :)
So I drunk 2 beers, of course, I couldn't resist. I came back home at 11 pm, being tired and hungry, I made some spaghetti with spinach (not good). I ate 994 kcal yesterday, and half of it was a beer. Not too bad.
Not too good at the other hand. I have to eat less than 600 kcal today. My weight is killing me. It's still 130 Ibs.
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Yesterday:
2 x Desperados - 472 kcal
1/2 apple - 40 kcal
1 rice cake - 36 kcal
3 x coffe - 100 kcal (fat milk)
spaghetti - 350 kcal
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998 kcal
Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - Dream a little dream of me
This song makes me dream about first snow. Me, coffe, cigarette in a little cafe.
Yesterday was a bad day. I had those thoughts. I hate thinking about cutting myself. I haven't been thinking about it for ages, and yesterday I did.I don't know why, but the thought appeared suddenly. But today, I hope, will be a good day and I'll be in a good mood, especially because I'm meeting my friends in the evening.
Yesterday:
salad - 150 kcal
cereals with milk - 150 kcal
2 big coffees - 50 kcal
3 rice cakes - 106 kcal
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456 kcal
( + excersises x 2)
Not bad!
Dear Prudence - The Beatles (bootleg - recorded in George Harrison's house)
I am a bit sick, just as I wrote in the last post. I was laying in the bed and eating for the whole Sunday. It's Ok to eat more during the weekend, but not that much. So I felt so full and bad two hours ago, that I deciced to do something. Now it's better, I was excersising for more than an hour. Of course it's not enough to loose all of those callories. But it's better than doing nothing.
And I feel better. Maybe excersises are good for flu, too :)
Today I went to the gym after a long time (1 year). I love treadmill. Yes, now I can say I love it. Just had to remind myself I do. 14 km/h - the best speed for me. I love this feeling when I know I have no more energy but I keep running. Don't remember when I've been feeling that good.
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By the way, it's probably silly, but I have to admitt I don't understand all of those Dove commercials. I've just seen one in TV. Those women are fat. Why? I like watching commercials with slim ones. When I'm watching Dove commercials I can't focus on cosmetics. Looking at those girls, and they weight (20-30 pounds more than it should be), I think it's disguisting (a bit). And it's not making me buy those body balms and shower gels.
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It's a nice day. I'm in a good mood in spite of the flu. Yes, I'm sick a bit. During weekend I can eat what I want and don't care. It's the rule no 2, after the 1st one: no more than 700-800 kcal during the rest of the week. I know I'm fat.
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Yes I need to write now how fat I am, so don't read it. Too fat, very fat, my ass is so so so so so so big. I hate myself (sometimes) for being so fat and ugly. No, I don't hate myself for being fat. I hate myself I can't control myself. Cellulite on my legs is terrible. My tits are small. I'd look like a teen ( if my stupid ugly fat ass wasn't so big), have problems with buying bras. So the problem is hilarious big as and small tits. Ok, that's better. To the point!
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Eating for 2 days and quit eating for the rest of the week is better than starving for the whole time, being rude and tired. I'm not strong enough. And I'm afraid of loosing hair. It worked for the last few months (I lot for about 10 kg). Now I'm excersising 2 times a day and I'm proud of myself.
I'm reading my novel. Yes, I wrote one. I don't want to publish, wrote it for myself, to prove I can write more than 10 pages. I can. Few month ago I found my old story (written in a notebook ten years ago) and I decided to end it. Now it's almost 100 pages :)
It's a good day.
The Hoolies - Do you love me
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Yesterday wasn't.
I was so tired after eating only 4 rice cakes (144 kcal) for the whole day. My husband asked me what's going on. I was in a really bad mood, wanted him to shut up and don't bother me. He said I should eat the soup and he'll go to the grocery and buy some things and we'll prepare spaghetti bolognese.
I said OK.
When he left, I poured away the soup.
I said I ate it, and prepared spaghetti. Eaten 1 glass of it (300 kcal).
But then I ate 2 cups of cereals with low fat milk (300 kcal) and a muesli bar (90 kcal).
So it was almost 850 kcal. Bad. I have to eat more during the day. I won't be binging in the evenings.
Sometimes I think I'll be better without my husband. I could eat (don't eat at all) what I want. I'm worrying about him for all of the time. He wants to be slimmer, and thinks my diet is good (because he lost some pounds). That's why I'm cooking and eating. I don't want him to 'dieting' like I do. I want him to be happy and slim (but in the normal way - low fat products, no sweets, lot of vegetables). My 'diets' are not made for him.
Few days ago I told him I don't know what to do with my old trousers. I bought them few month ago and they don't fit now (too baggy, I can put them on without unzipping). I asked him if I should throw them out. We don't want to get back to this weight, do we? We want it to be lower. That's what he said. But don't throw them out. And I saw in his eyes he doesn't believe I can do it. Loose some weight.
I know he loves me, and thinks I am slim and pretty. I love him but I know it's not true.
I'm not proud of myself because I have the problem with food. It's not a disorder, like ana. I'm 130 Ibs of fat and flesh, it can't be ana, I'm too fat. I've always had it, and couldn't have accepted it. The little voice in my head. I'm figthing now. Don't know which way I should choose.
Starvation and urge to starve are feelings that only some people feel. I feel it. I was always thinking about callories and weight. I don't remember time when I wasn't counting callories. Sometimes I am tired of doing that for all of the time. I'm going to grocery, looking at labels with callories. I can't stop.
Maybe it's time to accept things and be the way I've always wanted to. To accept I have that problem and don't fight. Just accept it's part of my life.
Sometimes when I'm reading your blogs I don't want to comment. I don't want you to be sick, to starve. You're beautiful people, girls and boys. I don't want you to feel the way I feel sometimes. You don't deserve it.
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To the point, I ate more than 400 kcal yesterday. Not bad, just for about 700 kcal. I was so hungry in the evening I've lost my mind and ate tortellini.
Ok, today's the day I'll eat less than 400 kcal. Yes, that's my plan. I've eaten one rice cake (36 kcal) and drunk one coffe (15 kcal). Not bad.
There'll be 2 more coffes today (30 kcal). I'll eat my dinner after 8 pm. I know, it's late, but till then I'll eat 2 more rice cakes (72 kcal). For dinner, I'll eat a salad - lettuce, pepper, mustard, egg white, linseed, bran, tomato (for about 150 kcal). Oh yes, I love planning.
I'm in a good mood. I love such mornings when I have a lot of energy. Problems still exist, but I don't matter any more. For some time.
That's a really nice morning. The scale shows 58,5 kg (129 Ibs). I'm slimmer than yesterday and it's about 1 pound. I know it's probably water, but it doesn't matter. It gave me the strenght to fight.
I'm drinking coffe, thinking about today. It's All Souls' Day and I don't have to go to work, so I need a plan. Yes, a plan. I'm always planning. My husband's laughing at me because I have a plan for every minute of a day.
2 x coffe with milk - 20 kcal
salad - 150 kcal
3 x rum & cola - 399 kcal
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569 kcal
Well, drinks, drinks, drinks. It's Halloween, I can drink. I know, it's bad. Yes, I know there's sugar, a lot of sugar in them, but... But there is no fat in them ;) So not too bad.
you can be so strong, deary. just find it within yourself. perhaps you don't have to starve yourself, but at least have enough faith in yourself that you can eat adequately (moderate amount of junk, mostly healthy, etc). I've read your blog, and you're this strong willed, valiant girl- so find it within yourself.
We can do it both, together.
Of course we can :) I made myself to excersise yesterday evening and felt better. This morning I've mande some extra excersises. And now I can say, I'm back! :) Sometimes the little voice in my head (the bad one) says I can eat everything's in my fridge. Especially if it's weekend and I'm not blogging, not going to work, not looking at thispo.
c:
At 132 and 5'6'', you are the same bmi as me at 4'11.75'' and 112 pounds. So let's encourage each other, eh?
I pretty much spent all of saturday and today watching season 7 and what's out of season 8 - sad yet comforting. I always take solice in the fact that by comparison, I'm only a tiny fuck up! HAha. XX
I'm not a fan, but yesterday was a House day in AXN and I couldn't resist. I love the Cuddy look. Maybe one day I'll look like her. :)
Nothing to write about. Eating, watching 'House MD' (for the last 12 hours), feeling bad. Just an usual weekend. I can't excersise, no, I don't want to, feeling fat. Can't be strong enough. I'm tired and weak. Just weak.
It wasn't a bad day. I bought a scale, and.... it's 59 kg (130 Ibs). That's good! I hoped it would be less than 130, but was afraid that'd be more than 132 Ibs. My BMI is 20,4. So I am glad. Now I have a work to do. The next goal is 55 kg (121 Ibs).
I'm feeling weird. No, I am weird. My mind is full of fears like before Christmas at home. Strange feeling. I feel some strange Christmas thing around from few days. The ghost of Christmas.
Maybe because it's so cold outside. This week I was wearing my EMU boots, beret, coat, gloves and a warm scarf. And of course seaters (long and warm ones). Godzilla in long , too big sweaters - that was me :)
And a travel mug filled with hot coffe with cinnamon and ginger of course.
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Charlot Kemp Muhl. She's so pretty.
http://www.listal.com/viewimage/1465032
GOASTT (Sean Lennon & Charlotte Kemp Muhl) - Rainbows in Gasoline
The girl looks great. Such a lovely face, and her arms... so slim. I love this pic. It's my thinspiration for today.
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Yesterday I got my period, so (of course) I ate a lot. I realized that during the period (1st day) I don't eat anything (because I'm not hungry) or I eat a lot. This time I ate 20 bisquits (1 is 11 kcal) with chocolate cream (1 spoon is 80 kcal). (OMG!!! 380 kcal).
It wasn't more than 1200 kcal yesterday and it's not that bad. I could have eaten more (and more and more). But I didn't (positive thinking, tx *Star*) :)
I can't look in the mirror. Few months ago I was wearing a size 40 (USA 10 UK 12). Now I'm wearing size 36 (USA 6 UK 8). I know I wear 36 because I buy such clothes. I'm trying them in the changing rooms, and they fit me. I'm buying them, wearing them. But when I look into the mirror I see a girl that wears the size 44 (USA 12 UK 14). I don't know why.
I'm just standing there, looking at myself. I'm so disguisting. All of that fat all aruond... The only things I like in my body are collarbones. Of course they're surrounded by fat. But I can say that they'll be looking nice when I'll be slim at last.
I think it's because of my body. It's constructed to wear the size 32 (USA 2 UK 4) and when I'm wearing 36 (USA 6 UK 8) I look like a whale. Or better, like a godzilla ;)
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I'm so scared that when I'll buy the scale (Friday) I'll realize I'm fatter then I was 3 weeks ago (last weighting). And when it'll be more than 132 Ibs I'll be sad.
But at the other hand, I can hardly wait to have it at last.
30 kcal coffe
152 kcal fish
60 kcal 1/2 cup of rice
142 kcal 2 slices of cheese
20 kcal musrooms + oil
(+ 50 sit-ups)
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804 kcal
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Feeling strange. Still. Thinking abot John Lennon. I don't know why. I was in love with him when I was younger, writting letters (I still have them :) ) to him. There're still some butterfiles in my stomach when I find new pics. Old love never dies.
It`ll be a short post. I`m sitting,waiting for my two friends,drinking double cappucino (30 kcal), reading `Wintergirls`. Oh yes, it tastes great. I`ve eaten a sandwich (300 kcal) and an apple (50 kcal),drunk two coffies (20 kcal). I will drink a beer (250 kcal).
I will be a good evening after a good day.
My aunt is very ill. She has a cancer and the doctor says she will have a surgery (but there is no hope). I called her this morning,trying to help her. She needs so much attention now. She needs to feel my love. I have always problems with emotions and talking about them. Now I am trying hard to be patient. saying all of those things... It`s strange. I am strange. I said her something I read in a book. It was a quote. I couldn`t use my own words because I felt nothing. I feel nothing,emptiness. That`s odd.
That was the worst weekend ever. I'm exhausted. I've talked to my husband on Saturday about the whole situation (means "the mother"). He told me he understands (bullshit), but I have to get my head together (it's easy to say) and stop being so nevous about it because I've got my own family (as if I could cut off my parents so easily). And if not it'll influence our marriage (in the next 25 years). So I asked him if it's a damn arrangement and his new terms (of course it was). He said no, but I know it was a warning.
But to the point, only liquids today. I was a good girl and excersised in the morning and I'm proud. :) Less than 1000 callories - that's my plan.
My mother is drinking. And she is for the last two years. Drunk 0,5 l of vodka yesterday + 2 beers + a glass of wine. My brother and his girlfriend were invited for a dinner, so I was so concerned... It was a shame. My mother was drunk, still asking my brother's girl questions (do you work today, what's about your work - the 'work' questions are not good, because my brother's girl has some problems with work, what's about your studies - she didn't pass her last exams). I've never been ashamed of my mother. And yesterday I was. I've never been a life on the party one. But yesterday I was. Because I was trying not to let it turn into the dissaster.
In the evening I was crying like a child. It was pathetic and funny ( I've realized it today) I was crying in the bath, surrounded by foam. Oh, in the Marylin Monroe style. :)
I can't excersise. My body's aching.The bloody sore muscles is killing me. I ate too much, but was walking for all the day. Of course there was more than 2000 kcal yesterday, but I'm fighting. I burned 600 kcal (walking for about 6 hours) + 40 kcal (100 squats) + 30 kcal ( 100 sit-ups). Not bad. Monday fast, here I come.
I admitt it's getting better, it's getting better all the time, getting better all the time. Mantra.
I have to try today. Even my fingers are aching. Bloody Hell.
It's 6 am and I've just ended my excerises. Yes, afer yesterday (dissaster, more than 2000 kcal, it's a shame) I decided to excersise 2 times a day. Hope I will.
Yesterday, I ate so many things... (I was stupid pig, wanting just to fill my mouth. Disguisting). I was suppose to wait for my parents on the station. When I went there I decided I have to burn some callories. And that's the funny part of the story. I was going up and down on the stairs (150 kcal), walking (150 kcal). I was looking like a little freak, I suppose, walking around, climbing the stairs again and again, looking around if there's my parents' bus anywhere. Of course I missed it, at last. :)
(I'm writting and eating a cake at the same time. I just can't stop. I'll be fasting from the Monday. God, I feel so full. I want to purge. But no, it's not a solution. I have to pay for eating. Fast & Excersises.)
Of course I ate those cereals yesterday evening :) I hate the sound of eating. When I've heard my husband's eating I had to eat. Two days ago I didn't and it wasn't a good idea. Or, it was. But I wasn't strong enough yesterday. I was angry. So angry I couldn't look at him, or listening to that crunching. Yesterday was OK. No it wasn't. I just put some cereals (no so much) in the cup and poured milk. I ate it and felt better for a while. Not so long.
Well, but I ate only 20 g of it and 1/2 glass of milk (2%). It's 150 kcal. Not so bad, still under 700 kcal.
But I know I didn't need it physically. It was wrong. My stomach was full, my mouth didn't want it. My ears wanted to hear the sound of crunching.
Few minutes ago I've read Bárbara's post. She inspired me to write my story. Not interesting, but true.
When I was a teenager I was fat (5'6, 165 Ibs). I was depressed, feeling lonely. Have no friends or boy. I was cutting my wrists. I remember that I was doing this because I wanted to feel real. I didn't know what it means, just wanted to feel something.
Then, during my studies I've lost weight (121 Ibs). I wasn't slim, but it was better. I felt in love and... And then, for a year I was depressed. He wanted just a little affair, not the relationship. His girlfriend didn't even know about me. I was depressed, had bad thoughts. Once, in the evening I was alone in my kitchen and I felt the urge to commit suicide. Wanted to open the window, and just jump. It was THAT feeling. It happended once, but it was dreadful. It was the power that was trying to force me to do that. I can't explain. But it's true.
Since then I know when I'll be depressed. The colours are changing. The green is shining in a strange way. It's blinding me. And then I know I have to do something, not to get depressed again.
I decided to focus on someting. Just couldn't let it kill me. I focused on studies. I remember, I could fasting for 2-3 days. Didn't remember to eat. The longest fast last the 3 days and few hours when I was learning about Sophocles's Oedipus at Colonus. I still can remember my favourite quote: Unwanted favours gain no gratitude.
And when I started the work I put on weight again (154 Ibs).
For the last few months I'm working to loose some weight. Now I'm 132 Ibs, wanting to gain 110 Ibs.
It's strange, because I've never been slim. Never. I'm slimmer now than I was at school. My friends are complainig they're fatter now. Oh, no - my best friends says - I've never been so fat.
And I say I've never been slimer than I am now. Slimmer but not slim. I just want to feel that I am slim. And I will.
Just've eaten a cinnamon cake. Not so bad. Feeling good, working hard. My cousin's called my mother this morning. He wants us to be on his wedding!!! So nice.
Yesterday was not too bad. I've eaten the first meal at 6 pm. 4 toasts with cheese and pepper. Almost 1000 kcal. Fuck. Then I've eaten cereals (150 kcal) and cottage cheese (fat free) (100 kcal). To summ up, 1150 kcal. Not so bad, but not good.
Today I'm very excited. I'll spend all the day on my feets, and burn lot of callories. I don't have to go to the work, and that's great. For the breakfast I've eaten cereals (200 kcal). I'm planning to drink one/two beer/s (250 kcal / 500 kcal), eat an apple (50 kcal) and rice with pepper (200 kcal). To summ up, it'll be less than 1000 kcal per day.
It's a very important day for my brother, he's graduating today. And that's why I'll drink a beer :) I'm stressed, hoping everything will be ok, and he'll deal with the last exam.
This Friday will be dreadful. My mother's arriving. And she'll stay for the whole weekend. I just don't understand this situation. My situation. My whole family life is a game. I just have to play it for all of the time, taking all of the chances, trying not to give up. And, in the end, I know it, I'll never win. Don't even know what the prize is. There's no prize, I suppose. Just pain.
I hate it. I have to plan all of conversations, meetings, have to know precisely what I can say them and what I can't. And that's not what a family should be. I'm tired, just tired of it.
When I'm talking to her (to mother, not mom, or mommy, just mother) I'm feeling I'm 5 years old again and I mean nothing. Nothing to her.
I feel broken. Was trying to eat less then 1000 kcal per that week and it's been working. Till Friday. Not eating's giving me strengh. I feel I can control my life. Now I know I can't. Pity me. The truth is that the feeling of not eating for two - three days (only water ad coffe) is gorgeous. I love it.
The best feeling ever. But it's hard.
Usually not eating is easy when I am at work. But when I'm home again I just open the fridge and eat. Eat after 6 pm, and ever after 9 pm. I'm trying to be focused on something else. Just trying not to focus on food.
But I'm thinking about it for all of the time. And I hate it. Hate thinking about food 'cause it's making me eat more. Hate myself sometimes. No I don't have any disorder. No, I am not the fan of Ana. Just trying to find myself.
Sometimes the weight control is the only thing you can control in your life, girl.
