Look at how happy I look! Costa-Rican-drunk-off-my-ass-at-the-beach-and-trying-to-get-with-a-girl-style. #quedicha
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.
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.
I’m about to go on my run. Gon’ get me some muscles. LOL I’m fat but fuck you.
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.