Fuck me, these low swings get worse every time.

Yesterday I spent 12 hours working like a boss, and now I just want to hide in bed. Tonight is Aquafit, which I'm super excited about because it was so much fun last week. Tomorrow is weigh in day, which I am frankly terrified about. I know I've worked really hard, and I know it's right before my period so I might not lose very much but... *flail*


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What a great few days. Spent yesterday afternoon spending way more than I can afford (so, ANYTHING then) on pretties and a new handbag, and then we went to the gym for at least 12 seconds of getting disgustingly sweaty. Getting ready actually went well for me and my stupid face, and my hair was even good until we left the house, and then it was ( Read more... )

I've become one of those people who ~goes to the gym~. Ugh, brb judging myself.

I'm getting a little swoony about last summer.


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Tonight, unbrokenreality and I are going to a gym. A gym full of thin people. We're going to work out. I know, I know, it'll all be very disgusting and sweaty. But soon we'll be skinny and gorgeous! When I say soon, I mean in like a year or something.

Am a bit scared of, you know, people seeing me. Day two of Fat Club is a bit soul destroying. I had the audacity ( Read more... )

 I think it's time for me and you
to take over the world ♥

 The first rule of fat club is... probably No Cake. Sadly ( Read more... )

 Oh, internets.

Hello. I've got a sort of friends-with-benefits relationship with Livejournal. Every now and then we hook up and it's great for a while but neither of us are engaging enough to promote anything more long-term. But maybe we're older now, more mature, maybe we're ready now.

I spent my teenage years writing in my journal religiously. ( Read more... )