I feel as though the only way my life will be better is if I meet my weight goal... For example, this guy I liked kissed me when I was losing weight and maintained control... but then I had binged the past 3 days and now he doesn't want to do those things with me anymore.
I feel like food ruins things in my life now.
I weighed at 124 Wednesday and when I went on my binge I gained 6 pounds in just 2-3 days. What a fat ass I am. FAT ASS FAT ASS FAT ASS.
Well, I got my old job back (Subway!), so I will be able to plan out my meals better and be alright.
I'm trying harder and harder each day. I will reach my goal no matter what...
PS: My aunt and I weighed each other, so it might have been a good thing to gain that weight so then my family won't get suspicious.
