My body is literally everything I have. It is me. It is my physical embodiment. It is my outward essence. Therefore I should take care of it. I should try to be slender and gorgeous to best reflect my inner self in the world.
I want to move back to London like now bc at least then I could escape my feelings by doing hard drugs and going to raves. Here in the countryside it’s just me and my thoughts and my pain and my misery 😷😷
I feel like I should just start purging again cos honestly that made weight loss so much easier so maybe I’ll eat one meal a day and i guess just purge if I ever eat anything else but that’s a bad idea bc then my greedy binge brain will take that as an excuse to eat extra
I feel super unmotivated to lose weight bc what’s the point when I don’t maintain it but then I also feel super unmotivated to stay fat bc being alone and looking in the mirror makes me want to cry
I can’t believe I really dropped like 5 bmi points in a matter of months last year and this year only to gain them all back in the 4 months I’ve been home. How is that even possible? Why am I extremely hungry all the time even though I’m fucking fat why can’t my body j eat that
Besides maybe if I lose weight somehow I’ll stop being an absolutely hateable person or at least the bad parts of my personality will have shrunk so much diueto lack of energy to be a bad person that they won’t be so off putting and someone might actually want me
What am I going to do to lose as much weight as possible by September so that I can stop hating myself:
1. Only allow myself to eat once a day
2. Remember that I’m now BMI 25 again +that is disgusting shocking so so bad
3. Not weigh myself again until September for motivation
The fact I really put off weighing myself for the 4 months I’ve been home, and in that time, I’ve gained a whole stone is both shocking and revolting to me…
I need to work out how to channel all this self loathing I feel rn into getting back on track with wl. Because January of this year I genuinely looked good and even if I hate myself I’d feel better if I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection I wanted.
It’s literally everyone that ends up not wanting to be around me or feeling I’m too much or telling me I ruin everything and it feels like I keep trying only to already be set up to fail and idk why im like this
Tbh the worst thing about trying to deal with shit is that I really feel I don’t have anyone to talk to like my friends don’t care and I also can’t trust myself bc it seems rn like I’m a bad bad person