Slight

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Today, I have achieved a slight victory.

I'm at my lowest weight in two years.

It tastes sweet, but not sweet enough. 

Not yet.

I want it all.

I want thin.

And I won't stop, not until I have it.

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There was a humongous blow out at my house last night.

Hurtful things were said.

Tempers flared.

And in the end, I burned.

I'm so tired of the fighting.

My family and I have fought over the same things, for the past six years.

Nothing's changed.
Same shit, different day.

It's so tiring.

My soul hurts.

~

Today was a field day thing at my school, which involved lots of walking/running.

I made the calculated decision of eating one kuckle width piece of banana, to prevent passing out. Which, according to my calculations, is about 2 grams carbs.

And then I had 1/2 cup almond milk this morning.

I almost puked while trying to eat this morning... I have no idea why.

My stomach was extremely sensitive.

My stomach finally feels empty, thanks to all those laxies.

I was quite pleased with the number on the scale this morning.

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Here's where I have to make a decision. To refeed now, or to wait.

I have to execute this with utmost precision...

I think I'll decide on Wednesday.

Until then, I'm just going to sit here.

That sounds good.