As everyone knows yesterday was Christmas Eve and today is Christmas day. It got to a point sometime in Christmas Eve morning, where I realized I was going to have to give in to all of the food, let go of my mind. Succumb to the numbness where food is nothing but another everyday occurrence. I was scared, yes. I knew that afterwords, now, I wouldn’t be able to step on the scale. I wouldn’t be able to add all the calories without driving myself completely insane. I can rename most of what I ate, but I don’t dare say it all out loud, or write it down. I knew that I was going to have to work hard to get all that food to go away.
It’s really hard not to step on the scale. I do it usually about five times a day. I know if I did, though, I would absolutely die of horror. Okay, maybe nothing that dramatic. But I don’t know what my weight would drive me to do. Even before the holidays, I had gained three or four pounds. I feel like if I looked now, I would be back at the weight I started at. I feel like if I wear anything but sweats my clothes will not only fit, but be tight. I think more than anything, more than not knowing what I would do, is the fact that there wouldn’t actually be anything to do. I can’t cut the fat off. No amount of exercise is going to burn off all of those calories now. The only thing I can do is follow a strict plan for the next couple of days… maybe the next week.
I am going to definitely, no matter what, fast tomorrow. I am not going to give in, because a salad is okay. A salad is not okay. Nothing is okay. Water only. I will try to then do that Sunday. No, I must do that Sunday. I don’t care if I’m with friends or with family. I don’t deserve food. I ate enough food for the next three weeks. Monday, and the rest of the week, if I must eat- it will be only fruits and vegetables. No dressing. No juices. Definitely no meat. This is sure to get my weight down by the end of the week. And then maybe, just maybe, it’ll be alright to see how fat I am.
I am going to bed earlier now, too. More sleep = less hunger. I know I can do it. I have to do it.
I need to find a way to punish myself. If I don’t achieve the goals that I have for the next week, what will I do? Does anyone have any ways that they punish themselves.
As far as Christmas goes, it actually went well (taking food completely out of the picture). I got speakers that I am absolutely in love with. The bass is amazing. I go to pick up my new Iphone and queen bed tomorrow. x3 I also got some books and craft stuff, which always excites me. It was good to see my family, and for the most part my mom and me got along. As far as my dad goes, there weren’t any big fights, but he wasn’t the happiest person. (when is he?) Anyone get anything exciting for Christmas?
Stay strong;stay thin. x3