my little brothers they have to eat a lot a day because they have to gain weight.
my boyfriend is 20 pounds underweight but he eats a lot.
It's so unfair how if I eat normally, I gain 10 pounds...
anyone have super skinny siblings that you just want to punch?
Is it true that girl's gain weight quicker then guys?
It's kind of ironic, cause women are the ones more pressured to be thin but we are the ones with the hardest time losing weight.
- Mood:
aggravated
ive been trying really hard to get down to my gw, but this community and being able to post and read will be such a great distraction from the evils lurking in my kitchen.
Hopefully I wont come off looking like a complete dumbass posting here.
:)
My pianist, one who taps away beautiful songs that catch my attention, my emotions. Goosebumps are on my skin. One whom I envy, plays Fur Elise one handed.
Ones whose eyes are a greenhouse of their own. Eyes that dazzle, they make him appear youthful, energetic. Eyes that defy his eighteen years. Gentle voice, high pitched squeals, noises he makes, both cute and bizarre. Hairless face of his German descent. If it wasn't for his six foot two frame, why they would think me a pedophile.
I love this guy. Best thing ever to happen to me. I was once a lonely girl with pigeon feet, eyes focused on the cracked sidewalk vaguely aware of whom I bumped into. Shy, from years of bullies of my childhood. Detached, friends who would place me in an awkward spotlight usually upon my lack of chest and bloated stomach-genetically thunderous thighs.
Adrian changed me for the better, gave me a sense of independence, of worth (thanking me so many times after buying him a silly knick knack or fast food.) confidence to finally speak words at my work after months of monkesque silence.
I wish he knew, I wish he could understand the very depths of my love for him. I wish I could spell it out, on a billboard in Times Square. I want to tell him, but unable to find words pretty enough, poetic enough. I don't want him to doubt my love for him. I hope he knows that I will always love him.
Ones whose eyes are a greenhouse of their own. Eyes that dazzle, they make him appear youthful, energetic. Eyes that defy his eighteen years. Gentle voice, high pitched squeals, noises he makes, both cute and bizarre. Hairless face of his German descent. If it wasn't for his six foot two frame, why they would think me a pedophile.
I love this guy. Best thing ever to happen to me. I was once a lonely girl with pigeon feet, eyes focused on the cracked sidewalk vaguely aware of whom I bumped into. Shy, from years of bullies of my childhood. Detached, friends who would place me in an awkward spotlight usually upon my lack of chest and bloated stomach-genetically thunderous thighs.
Adrian changed me for the better, gave me a sense of independence, of worth (thanking me so many times after buying him a silly knick knack or fast food.) confidence to finally speak words at my work after months of monkesque silence.
I wish he knew, I wish he could understand the very depths of my love for him. I wish I could spell it out, on a billboard in Times Square. I want to tell him, but unable to find words pretty enough, poetic enough. I don't want him to doubt my love for him. I hope he knows that I will always love him.
- Mood:
loved
think thin
Two days of this, I feel so strong. I am sick of seeing the bulging muffins that hang over my cute panties
like a disgusting parasite.
My thunderous thighs that could cause rainstorms. All this will be over. I'll look at Nicole Richie, but not in envy, but in superiority as my clean rib bones protrude more proudly. Pencil thighs, halter top bikinis, size 3 pants that hang about the waist.
"Me and chocolate no longer hang. chocolate is sugar, and sugar turns into bubbling fat, isn't that right tubby?" Ah, and Patrick poking is rumbling stomach. Funny stuff. Everytime I think of binging on cookies, cakes, and brownies I think of said quote.
I love how my teeth shiver and ache when I bite into bubbling sugar. I hate sugary sweets anyway, always have, even as a child.
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I believed I burned around 160-175 calories walking to the store with Jordin.
(got mushrooms and yummy orange water n_n)
au reviour lovelies~
like a disgusting parasite.
My thunderous thighs that could cause rainstorms. All this will be over. I'll look at Nicole Richie, but not in envy, but in superiority as my clean rib bones protrude more proudly. Pencil thighs, halter top bikinis, size 3 pants that hang about the waist.
"Me and chocolate no longer hang. chocolate is sugar, and sugar turns into bubbling fat, isn't that right tubby?" Ah, and Patrick poking is rumbling stomach. Funny stuff. Everytime I think of binging on cookies, cakes, and brownies I think of said quote.
I love how my teeth shiver and ache when I bite into bubbling sugar. I hate sugary sweets anyway, always have, even as a child.
BREAKFAST: 2 slices of cinnamon raisin bread
2 small unsweetened teas with splenda
=160 calories
LUNCH: N/A
DINNER:
Chicken soup with one slice of mushroom
=57 calories
total= 217 calories
2 small unsweetened teas with splenda
=160 calories
LUNCH: N/A
DINNER:
Chicken soup with one slice of mushroom
=57 calories
total= 217 calories
-----------------------------
I believed I burned around 160-175 calories walking to the store with Jordin.
(got mushrooms and yummy orange water n_n)
au reviour lovelies~
- Mood:accomplished
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