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as i sit here, my stomach wrenched from over-exertion, my muscles throbbing from the lactic acid pulsing through them i ask myself why i do some of the things that i do.
why have i become so obsessed with achieving the perfect body?
why can't i walk past my reflection with out looking?
what started in january as a necessary health change has transformed into an obsession...
everytime i reach a goal i find out undesirable and set another and just keep forcing myself to reach it.
even after realizing this i can't stop myself.
don't worry i'm not going bulemic or anything, i'm still eating and eating well.
but damn
i've spent more money on clothes in the past couple of months than i have in the past few years.
why have i become so obsessed with achieving the perfect body?
why can't i walk past my reflection with out looking?
what started in january as a necessary health change has transformed into an obsession...
everytime i reach a goal i find out undesirable and set another and just keep forcing myself to reach it.
even after realizing this i can't stop myself.
don't worry i'm not going bulemic or anything, i'm still eating and eating well.
but damn
i've spent more money on clothes in the past couple of months than i have in the past few years.