I went to the doctor a few days ago and I'm at a new high weight! Oh joy!

I'm definitely considering overeaters anonymous, but that many people knowing about my issues terrifies me.

My journal is getting a tad redundant. Guess what I did again? BINGE! Woo! I'm not even bothering to weigh myself. Ok so 400 calories or less until Sunday morning and hopefully I'll be down to 161... maybe. Anyone wanna join me on that and we can text inspirational phrases to each other? haha ( Read more... )

I lost 5.2 pounds this week!! Yay! Although I'm ashamed, I shall post my stats.

HW: 172
LW: 117
CW: 164.8
GW1: 150 by August 4
GW2: 135

I only ate dinner 5 days and had one small binge and one large binge.

Somehow I managed to get my boyfriend on board for my new eating plan which is basically eat nothing except dinner. He knows about all of my issues, from starving to binging etc, so we hope that this could alleviate the binging. But I'm shocked I actually got him to support me on this one because he's been trying to make me "better" for months ( Read more... )

Who's a fatty?
I'm a fatty!
Is it true?
Mhmmm
I am, I am, I aaaaam.

Name that show!

So, of the past week, I've binged four days, ate healthy on two, and restricted below healthy on one. I'm trying to aim for the healthy days but it doesn't seem to be working too well.

But I AM down two pounds from last week so if I just cut out the binging I'll be losing pretty quickly =D

I hate myself, my body, my life, my mind. Fuck it all.

So I don't know if it's the hoodia, me being sick, or me wanting to have control so fricking badly, but something worked today. Finally. I'm so excited that I'm posting my intake, which I haven't done in forever ( Read more... )

I hate posting when I do so horribly. I feel like I'm disapointing everyone. That's why my posts have been so scattered for the past month or so ( Read more... )

I'm depressed. I'm buying hoodia this weekend. There's no way I can do this on my own anymore. Reading about everyone elses' success depresses me even more. Even reading about other peoples' failures depresses me because my failures are legitimately about 2000 calories more than theirs. And I type this as I sit with the peanut butter jar in my hand ( Read more... )