so, not too long ago, I posted to a couple groups (and possibly to this journal itself--I didn't check) under the heading "Fasting and Fat Acceptance." Or was it "Fat Acceptance and Fasting ( Read more... )

8/30, 9 pm: 81 hours, or would be, had I not eaten yesterday and today. The good news: it is possible I haven’t knocked myself off the path toward ketosis. The bad news: I don’t really feel like I can say I’ve really kept fasting. Even so, I’m going to strive to either not eat or eat absolutely as little as possible at least until I get back to ( Read more... )

8/29, 9:30AM: 57.5 hours down! 446.5 to go ( Read more... )

Man, I am a little stuck. Not all in a bad way. I'm stuck between between fat-hate and fat-acceptance. Frankly, I think the fact that I wear short shorts and minidresses and think other fat women look good in them too (to a point, but I'm working also on differentiating between "not attractive to me" and "not acceptable") and I do think I'm good- ( Read more... )

so... ah, okay, so, I want to just be clear that from here on out, when I say The Boy, I mean The New Boy. I guess I could call my ex The Old Boy, but I'm not going to. He's... um... let's call him The Guy? Maybe ( Read more... )

Wow, it's been a while... It always goes that way, though, doesn't it? Ah ah ah... What is going on now ( Read more... )

Lookee, I came back! I'm fucking FAT AS SHIT but it's cool coz I just moved back into a place of my own and already (it was only day before last) I'm remembering how easy it is not to eat when there aren't two fridges filled with frozen junk food. Today I had a 'sunrise' calzone (it's like... pineapple and green peppers and mozzarella and feta, I ( Read more... )

so... okay, it's been a while. First thing's first: The Other Boy. I've had my... seventh? eighth? no, seventh dream about him. We're in the same French class this term and it's killing me, but it's wonderful, too. Ahh my heart just goes all flutterful-like. Um... let's see... okay, so in the most recent one I was on the couch, and The Boy came and ( Read more... )

So, well, thank goodness for the "just me" setting. Not that anybody could read this anyway ("obvs") so I don't know why I'm writing as though there were a larger audience. I do plan on making a more public post, though, because I really feel like I want someone to listen to me. (note: this has been opened to the public because certain situations ( Read more... )

so, I had another dream about The Other Boy. This time, he and I and The Boy were sitting on the end of a bed. I was in the middle. Either The Other Boy was looking at a book or I was, but I was leaning over so we could both look at it, and I was trying not to actually touch him, because, you know, not only do I have a boyfriend but also The Boy is ( Read more... )