Hit me baby one more time....
I can't believe I'm doing this again. It's been over a year I think since I've trudged down this path. I'm twenty-two years old. I've had live journals since I was 15 and most of them centered around food issues. I thought I was finally over this, but alas, here I am. Self-loathing is a lifetime disease I suppose.
I have a wonderful boyfriend. A job in a field that I'm actually interested in. I live by myself on the upper east side. And everytime the scale goes above 111.9 I want to break something.
I suppose I'll have to get back on track. Maybe all those calories I've ingested whilst being blinded by love have just taken two months to finally settle on my thighs and I just have to crack the whip a bit.
I have a wonderful boyfriend. A job in a field that I'm actually interested in. I live by myself on the upper east side. And everytime the scale goes above 111.9 I want to break something.
I suppose I'll have to get back on track. Maybe all those calories I've ingested whilst being blinded by love have just taken two months to finally settle on my thighs and I just have to crack the whip a bit.