new years eve whatsup

its 2:30 am, im stoned, and i just succumbed to the munchies. this break has been pretty detrimental to my progress, in all honesty. i mean, its been nice. i've been pleasantly stoned almost all day every day since break started. but i've also been with friends and had to keep up appearances, which means i've had to eat a shitty ton of fast food. soo much god damn taco bell, burger king, and mcdonalds. jesus fucking christ.

and i don't have a scale right now, so i'm going solely on mirrors and the way clothes fit. and not knowing an exact number is fucking killlling me. i swear to god a part of me dies with every bite i take, knowing i'll have no idea what it does to my body. fucking stressful, man. i swear to god its like, when i dont have a scale, id rather fucking not eat and not have to worry about numbers and shit. asdfghjkl.


on a brighter note, i passed almost everything first semester. algebra two kicked my ass. again. but i might be able to do credit recovery and still graduate in may. and next semester, im devoting myself entirely to school and weight loss. i'm definitely still gonna smoke before and after school and before bed and stuff, but i'll probably cut back from smoking with friends. which won't be hard, ever since i started feeling depressed again, none of my friends text or call or even really acknowledge my existence. so that part won't be hard. and t and i broke up yesterday and i'm gonna stay single for a while, so i won't have to deal with relationship drama anymore. so i'm hoping 2012 will be a good year. good grades, a diploma, moving out, and a decent amount of weight lost. that's all i want. yes.


i'm gonna go smoke another bowl and hit the hay. maybe if i can find an affordable one, i'll get off my lazy ass and buy a scale tomorrow. and i may even start making food plans and exercise regimens again. maybe my new years res should be to get more serious. yeah. well, sweet dreams.

i hope you're all doing well & had a good christmas. and here's to the new year; the new us c:

day one

semi-success.
got out of breakfast and dinner. couldn't bail on lunch, i was with my grandma and she made me eat. buuuuuut i only ate one meal and i didn't finish it all, so that's a start.

i'm going to try to liquid fast tomorrow.
hopefully i'll be able to pull it off.

fuck recovery.
fuck it.
i'm done.

my new boyfriend, who we'll call kyle, is fine with me having a love affair with ana, so that's not an issue anymore. my best friend who would be pissed if she knew moved an hour away so she'll never know. i have no excuses anymore. its time to get serious like first semester junior year. i'm not going to lay out any plans this time. i'm just going to say no to food when i can, work my ass off and as soon as i get my id, start buying diet pills because my stash is still at my mom's.

water, cigarettes, & coffee.
treadmills, elipitcal machines, & situps.
dizzy spells, hunger pains, & weight loss.
i'm ready.

i'm committing myself this time. no more excuses to be a pussy about it.
fuck being fat, fuck hating myself, fuck all that noise.
i'm getting down to the 90's.
nothing will stop me.

i wanna be so skinny that i rot from view

last night was pretty intense. i threw up & told oliver about it, and we talked for a while and then he sends me this:

"alright so here's how this is going to work
you're going to swear to me that you'll keep it to an absolute minimum
key words: swear, absolute minimum
i'm going to pretend i don't care
in no way am i condoning or approving
and don't even let the thought that i encourage it cross your mind
i still want to know when it happens
but i won't get pissed and we'll change the subject right after
also i want to know how much you weigh right now
and once you're under 100 its over
does that work for you?"

now, keep in mind that this is the same kid that caused me to start all of this up again in tenth grade. i know i blogged about it but it was a long time ago and half of you guys didn't follow me back then so i'll tell the whole story again.
basically, i was in love with this kid my freshman year. he knew about the disorder and hated it immensely. he even once told me that if i died in a puddle of my own bile he wouldn't give a fuck. he hated it. so we struck up a deal. he'd quit smoking pot if i'd give up my eating disorder. (this was before i was a pothead) so i tried. i tried my ass off. as i'm sure all of you know, an eating disorder is a psychological issue that most often needs professional help to end completely. but i worked my ass off, hating myself every second of every day for it. only to find out that he was lying to me the whole fucking time. he never quit smoking, he just did it behind my back thinking i'd never find out. so i decided "fuck it." i submerged myself in my eating disorder and didn't give a fuck what he had to say about it. we eventually broke up, but i continued to have feelings for him. we didn't talk all summer. i decided that i wanted him back so i really gave up ana & mia for about two months. and then i saw him at school and we started texting again. eventually i asked him if he thought i was fat, now that he didn't have to lie to me about it anymore and he pretty much said yes. so i jumped right back into it. i enveloped myself in freezing showers, diet pills, saltwater flushes, and ipecac. i wrote eating disorder related poetry and stopped sleeping. it got intense.

now, we're back together. i'm no longer dumb enough to give ana up for a boy. or a girl. or anyone for that matter. this is mine. i'm going to hold on to it until i don't want to anymore. i don't care what anyone has to say about it. i'm doing this. he's really upset about it. he hates it. more than anything, he wants me to stop. and part of me wants to stop for him. but at the end of the day, he's broken my heart more than once. i don't trust him not to do it again. i'm not giving my life, my everything up for someone who very well might just up and leave one day. i'm no longer stupid.

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the hunger pains just kicked in and i couldn't be happier. this means its real again. this is the start of something epic. i'm going to lose the weight this time; all the weight. i'm not going to get halfway there and let some boy get in the way. i mean business this time. i will be 98 pounds. i will, i will. so far today i've had coffee and a cigarette. i'm going to continue drinking coffee and water all day and hopefully find some way to get out of dinner. my dad's never home during the day, so i don't have to eat breakfast or lunch, but we usually go out for dinner and i have no choice but to eat something or he bitches. so i'm thinking i'll just fast all day til dinner and get a salad and eat like less than half of it. then work it all off when i get home. if i can't get out of eating, period.

how're all of you doing? its been forever since i've talked to anyone from the ana community. tell me what's been up! i wanna hear about your progress.

i'm back.

after breaking up with mike, going to rehab, getting kicked out, and partying hard since i was discharged, im now sitting at 133 pounds. this simply will not do. school starts soon, and i'm motivated. i will get thin this year. nothing will stop me.


mike broke up with me while i was in rehab, to date my best friend. i'm not the least bit surprised but it still hurts. so i'm channeling that hurt into motivation to get thin. now that mike can't say shit about how i lose the weight, i'm doing whatever the fuck i want. its my body and i'll do this my way.

my mom is out of the picture completely. she kicked me out & pretty much decided she wants nothing to do with me. which i'm totally cool with. fuck her. i want for the next time she sees me, to be thinthinthin. i want to prove to her that i don't need her.

so here's the plan.
for the first couple of days, i'm going to eat whatever i want as long as its before noon. no eating after 12, at all. then, three hour workouts minimum.
after the first couple of days, i'll go back to fasting like normal.
i want to be 100 pounds by my birthday.
i can do this.


right now, i'm listening to god is an astronaut, sipping a red bull. thinking.
i'm just really sad and i'm hoping that returning to ana's loving arms will make me feel better.
fingers crossed.

out of the hospital. again.

and i'm ready to lose some serious weight. so much shit has gone down in the past month, i need a good distraction and ana will be that distraction. i got two weeks until i leave for drug rehab, and i plan to lose at least ten pounds in those two weeks. i can do this. nothing will stop me. i will be thin.

mardi gras mambo

its mardi gras which for most people means food, fun, and parades. for me, however, it means drugs, hunger, and nights i can't remember with people i can't forget. last night was the first parade of mardi gras weekend '11. i went to a party at kylie's house where there was so much food i thought i was going to die. but the night was successful. i didnt eat a single bite; i drank a little which i know is empty calories but i also smoked which increases metabolism, so i should be good. i can't weigh myself til i get back to my mom's which will be sometime today. i neeeeed to know what the number is.


right now, i'm sipping coffee and i have every meal for today planned out. tomorrow i'll eat only fruit, then monday and tuesday are fasting days. and when i go back to school on wednesday, i'll eat only fruit again. got my plan. got ambition. im ready to rock this bitch.