Why, might you ask? One word-FAMILY.
I was doing great it was around 3:30pm no food. Then my dad came over and suddenly i had a bag of peanut M&M's in my hand. FUCK. Then more food, and more food. DAMNIT!
Fuck failure. I'm sick of myself. I'm sick of fucking everything.
I will lose weight. My birthday is 1 week from Friday, and i REFUSE to be fucking 119 lbs on MY fucking day.
*taking a deep breath*
Tonight i will sleep in.
Tomorrow will go like this.
-wake up 10AM
-watch TV/blog 10-12AM
-Clean house12-1PM
-Walk around town 1-whenever
I better not fail tomorrow.
or
There WILL be hell to pay.
****DEEEEEEEPPPP BRRREEEAAATTTHHHH*******
I love you all, my beauties.
Good-night/Sweet dreams
Love,
~Riki Ana
p.s. here's some Thinspo to help you dream about beautiful goals that you CAN achieve :D
Aww, I'm sorry your family fucked up your fast :( I ate yesterday too, but I'm restarting my fast again today. We can do this! Stay strong :)
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