*sigh*
So I'm worried about myself a little bit.
Haven't eaten a solid meal for a week. I've picked and prodded but haven't really consumed. The scale reads 137 pounds, and I'm pretty sure that I was at like 160 or thereabouts before. Not that fatass cares to weigh herself, but yeah, I think that's where I was.
Last night, Greg touched my lower stomach and remarked that he could feel the bones of my pelvis. That wasn't so before, apparently.
I just got dressed after a bath and looked at myself in the mirror. The shirt I'm wearing used to really be an accessory. Like, it covered my boobs, that's about it. Now, it almost goes down to my hips. There's not really a bulge in my tummy area anymore. Also, the pants I'm wearing used to be tight on me. Now they're legitimately hanging off my ass and all my belts are way too big for me now. The only one that fits is the one that Greg gave me awhile back and I'm like 75% sure that he's a 30 waist.
This is me camwhoring out of boredom. Do you see what I mean? See how the belt isn't holding up my pants? The lack of a gut? Why I'm scared? Last night I had three and a half dumplings for dinner at Chinatown and it was all I ate the whole day. I'm not like this. I love food. I love consuming food. I love thinking about, making, sampling, and overindulging in food. And now I'm barely eating. I'm just not hungry!
.....WTFH???
Haven't eaten a solid meal for a week. I've picked and prodded but haven't really consumed. The scale reads 137 pounds, and I'm pretty sure that I was at like 160 or thereabouts before. Not that fatass cares to weigh herself, but yeah, I think that's where I was.
Last night, Greg touched my lower stomach and remarked that he could feel the bones of my pelvis. That wasn't so before, apparently.
I just got dressed after a bath and looked at myself in the mirror. The shirt I'm wearing used to really be an accessory. Like, it covered my boobs, that's about it. Now, it almost goes down to my hips. There's not really a bulge in my tummy area anymore. Also, the pants I'm wearing used to be tight on me. Now they're legitimately hanging off my ass and all my belts are way too big for me now. The only one that fits is the one that Greg gave me awhile back and I'm like 75% sure that he's a 30 waist.
This is me camwhoring out of boredom. Do you see what I mean? See how the belt isn't holding up my pants? The lack of a gut? Why I'm scared? Last night I had three and a half dumplings for dinner at Chinatown and it was all I ate the whole day. I'm not like this. I love food. I love consuming food. I love thinking about, making, sampling, and overindulging in food. And now I'm barely eating. I'm just not hungry!
.....WTFH???