"They found you out? So Hide it better."
Yes yes. I got drunk and doodled some thinspiration.
And I was actually stupid enough to leave it out.
That's what my mom found.
She lectured me.
And made me eat.
I had a salad.
And then it went downhill from there.
That was two days ago.
I'm getting a grip on control.
I'm absolutely determined to see 120 again.
I'm going to start being more careful now though.
Leave plates around.
Make food, bring it upstairs, and throw it away.
I'm working out today.
I need to start making more time for exercise.
I think I'm swimming today.
I know I'm riding bike, boxing, doing different crunch exercises, squats, usual stuff.
Swimming is only if I feel like showing off my nastiness.
Which frankly, I do not.
I work for the rest of the week.
I like my job.
It keeps me running, and it's not hard to turn down their food.
This is going to be a lot harder to hide,
with everybody watching me.
To fast until I reach my goal.
Wish me luck!
I love you guys!