fuck.
FML.
On September 6, I weighed 154. It didn't last long, because that Sunday I was at like 156 again. Anyway, it's now September 18, and I FINALLY lost just ONE pound. I weigh 153.
There is no excuse for this. A person can lose 2 pounds a week, and I am not losing shit. A whole month has basically gone by, and I have nothing to show for it. This is fucking annoying. I CANT believe that I am STILL half way to 200 fucking pounds. I am livid today.
I can't stand my massive hips, or my enormous thighs. It's beyond disgusting. And to think, I actually go out in public like this.
It's my own fucking fault. I heard that if you eat 900 calories a day, it's still basically a starvation diet, and you will lose just as much, if not more weight, than you would if you were eating nothing. So I used my calorie counter app, and ate about 900 whopping calories a day! FUCK!
I need to delete that app asap.
I feel like it makes me eat more than I would, if I just went by how much I ate that day.
I will look at my calorie intake, and be like, "Oh! I can totally eat more calories."
No.No.No.
I wanted to be my pre pregnancy weight by my bday, and it's obviously not going to fucking happen.
I don't even want to write any fucking goals right now, because I am obviously never going to reach them.
I'm going to be a fat piece of shit forever.
I'm going back to my old ways of 'dieting' that I KNOW work for me.
Never taking anyones advice AGAIN. Ever.