My weight has SKYROCKEDED like absolute craziness. I'm at my highest weight yet, and it's all my damn fault, but this must change fucking. Now.
New job, new apartment, new everything. And i need to get my fucking act together for fucks sake.
Dis. Gus. ting.
All i've been doing is laying around with no energy and eating anything i can fit in my fat fucking face. I've been so exhausted, bored, and just disgusting since i haven't been doing household chores.
This stops now.
I now have a work at home job (yay!) but that means less exercise via my job (Not yay), so i'm cutting my calories down to a maximum of 800 (less is better) and i can get away with fasting for longer. I also haven't been taking my hydroxycut since i quit my old job, which needs to resume ASAP.
If i eat out with anyone, if that's going out to eat with friends before hanging out, getting drinks, whatever, I have to fast for at least 14 hours beforehand. Have. to.
I want to be 195lbs by December. That's how bad it's gotten.
It's so goddamn pathetic of what i've done to my poor damn body. Trashed it with disgusting fast food and sugar and now i'm paying the price.
I'm sorry, and I'm going to do better.
I promise.
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