Esperanza

Today marks one week since I started again on my weight loss voyage.

Seven pounds down, exactly.

I'm feeling pretty decent about that.

If I keep pushing through, I'll make it...

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There are so many clothes in my closet that I wish to wear, but have not/will not for many reasons.

Either, I look to fat in them, I feel to fat in them, or they genuinely do not fit...

Regardless of why, 2/3 of my closet experiences this phenomena.

But slowly, slowly, I am fitting into my jeans more...

The shirts are fitting looser...

Everything generally looks better.

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I want to maximize my weight loss from today...

But I can't bring myself to do any exercise.

I'm intensely afraid of passing out, but more than anything, I just don't want to move.

Fuck everything else.

I like my bed, I like my thinspo.

My starving stomach doesn't even bother me.

After awhile, you don't even notice/acknowledge it anymore.

It just sort of becomes you.

But deary, is that what you want?

Intake:

3 slices mozzarella cheese

1/3 cup of egg whites

2 cans tuna w/ slight mayo