Traipse.

112.8

Fuck yes.

Plateau, consider yourself broken.

I'm feeling much thinner, in regards to my stomach fat.

It's melting away, slowly but surely...

One pound at a time.

Quite frankly, I'm ecstatic.

When I hit that 110 mark, I'm going to be over the moon. 

I just gotta keep on trekking forward.

It just goes to show, that every little right decision you make,

(No matter how small you think it is)

contributes to a larger cosmic whole that will eventually make you skinny.

Okay, maybe it doesn't happen exactly like that...

So I promise promise promise, that at 108, I'll take progress pictures to share with you guys.

<3

I don't count calories right now, which is a blessing in disguise.

I fucking hate it, because it makes me neurotic-

the OCD-like nature that counting naturally has only exacerbates my eating disordered thoughts...

Something I can't really afford.

Because sometimes, chicas, it's your eating disorder that's stopping you from losing the weight.

Think about it.

I used to see everything in black and white, either I'd done ethereally amazing in my dietary habits one day, or I was a fucked up fucking failure for screwing up in one place, to which I'd then binge away without a care- I was already a fat slob. And a fat, hungry slob at that.

Not anymore.

As I grew in my ED, and my mentality matured....

I realized what needed to be done.

Aesthetics are crucial in the industry I want to be in.
As an actress, you're outward appearance is all that matters.

And I will be as damn close to perfect as I can be.

<3