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If I were to die and my life were to flash before my eyes, the last few days would look like a fucking junk food commercial mixed with a tobacco ad. I have GOT to stop smoking. It's hampering my ability to workout for hours on end, not to mention that my throat has been a million times more sore after I purge lately. Too much bingeing, not enough restricting and purging has left me... not heavier but not lighter like I wanted. I stopped losing weight even when I was trying to, I kept my intake pretty low for several days and didn't lose so much as an ounce. So starting tomorrow my flabby ass is on a low-carb (and low calorie, obviously) diet as a last pathetic attempt to reach my goal. I typed up my meal plan for the next several weeks and everything, and if I don't follow it I'm going to fucking kill myself. I get my paycheck soon too = diet pills.