When I bought four Twix bars for the second time in three days I realized something had gone terribly wrong. The small appetite I had been generating for the past three months had deteriorated and left in its wake was an insatiable monster that consumed everything in it's path. I decided that something must be done.
I've always struggled with my weight. Not the way fat people do, but the way normal teenage girls do. No matter how much I want to loose those few extra pounds they simply stay on my body like hot glue on wax bus seats.
However this year is different. I posses a new found determination to loose those ten pounds, keep them off and feel good doing it. I can either a) end up living as a skinny, rich and moderately attractive highly successful director/ micro biologist OR b) I can waste away and become some gluttonous mountain-sized twit that eats candy and watches re-runs of Will and Grace all day.
So when I got home (I walked- still feeling rather guilty about tearing through four candy bars in a space of less then six hours.) I found that the violet skinny jeans that I bought from urban Outfitters had arrived in the mail. I hurried inside to try them on. Low and behold- slightly snug they fit. Yet not without giving my thighs the distinct look of drumsticks on a plump Christmas turkey. Purple skinny jeans will take a lot of confidence to wear so in order to wear them I better look bloody amazing. Not possible in my current state.
Weight: Estimated 120 (Last time I checked a few weeks ago it read 119 but we all know the Gretchen’s scale is a tad mental)
Goal Weight: 110. A little bit under if possible. I want thinner thighs, no more butter pat belly, smaller love handles (my GOD! I swear I can hear them jiggling when I walk up the stairs!) and more defined arms.
So now on to tell the truth. The whole truth.
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