Look at how happy I look! Costa-Rican-drunk-off-my-ass-at-the-beach-and-trying-to-get-with-a-girl-style. #quedicha
I like coffee, cardigans, and the smell of old library books. I'm keeping it real with myself and hoping that I don't judge myself too much looking back.
Day 17.
Wow I am bad at this. Oh well. A for effort. I am disgusting but fuck you because I have been feeling so damn good lately. Like, I actually feel pretty right now, despite being in my running clothes with matted down sweat. SO TAKE THAT, EATING DISORDER. Also, my roommate is MIA. This pleases me.
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Day 7.
Okay. This just feels dumb now. On a possibly positive note, I’m getting discharged from my IOP group today. On a less positive note, I know I’m not going to be sticking with the meal plan at all, as I haven’t done so in the past week. Whoop-de-doo on my part I officially can’t do anything.
Day 2.
This is really hard. I feel very fat today, which I know is probably covering up something else that I’m feeling, but I don’t think I want to know what that thing is. I’m really mad at myself today; for eating breakfast even though I’m meeting up with some friends for lunch, and for still existing. Self-love is not on the agenda for today.
