Call me Kat. 16. Skinny for my senior year is my goal. Ready. Get Set. Here I come.
Today wasn’t too bad, well food-wise. Made my protein shake and took two bites of my salad, and had half a veggie burger. I was doing fantastic until my dad comes home with a hot fudge sundae. I was so angry. But be proud I took two bites and started complaining about being too full since my protein intake is double my norm. So he caved and was saying that he would eat it and it would be okay! But still the added calories had to be burnt off! Thus, I ended the day with around 229 net cals (:
I need to exercise and motivation. Anyone wanna offer what I should do for my workout? I will love you forever (:
I am so satisfied with how today turned out! This morning I woke up, took a shower, even did my make-up, AND I got to make my protein shake with ten minutes to spare. Heck Yeah! For lunch I had half a salad, and I have only ate a third of a bran muffin since. PLUS, the girls and I played soccer, tennis, and ran over a span of three hours. Overall, first day = success
So tomorrow is all laid out. Going running tomorrow with Kayla after school. I have already made my salad. And I have everything set to make my smoothie tomorrow morning. And I can easily skip dinner without it being noticed! Sounds good to me!
Also, wish me luck. I’m trying out for Madrigals tomorrow! I am so nervous!!
Stay strong, lovelies!
Call me Kat. 16. Junior. And ready to shed the pounds. I have tried and failed too many times before. I have less than a month to til prom and would really love it is my dress wasn’t skin tight. Even more so I would love to be able to wear shorts on my chorus trip for a change.
I am so sick of having jiggly thighs, and floppy fatty stomach. Change is a necessity. And I think I might actually be successful this time. My lifestyle has changed completely. I no longer live with my mother who was not just abusive but encouraged my complete disgust of my self-image. With my father, I think I can not only have more control over my life, but instil the confidence I have been lacking for years.
I constantly dream of the day I can feel the muscle in my stomachs while my hip bones protrude my skin. When I can pretend to rub my shoulders, when secretly I am feeling my collarbones. Mostly, I will love to see the day, I can comfortably wear the clothing I want and how I want it.
This day will come. Anyone willing to offer encouragement will notice the return of such kindness.