Ok, as much as i hate to do this, I'm going to vent. So here goes...
How come there are days when i starve myself and work out like a freak and lose close to nothing? It's so friggen unfair. I mean, you'd think for all the effort my body would at least reward me a little bit. And then the next day when your control is perfect you get forced to eat a peice of pizza with your friends, who go out of their way to throw all your excuses out the window. I better find time to work out today, because otherwise I'm gonna be seriously pissed. I wanted to lose 8 lbs before my trip, and so far I lost 5. I'd better not gain any because of these darling people i live with who are determined to make sure that i stay "nice and FAT" for the rest of my days. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Sorry about that, just wanted to get it out. Have a good day all! :D
About Me
- slowly fading
- Fairies and nymphs, water and sunlight, control and satisfaction, happiness and perfection.
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