At this moment i would like to address K, who left a comment on my blog the last time i was here.
K,
well first off, thank you for you comment, it shows your concern for me and i appreciate that. secondly, i understand the "numbers game" that weight loss is and, for me at least, it is not quite so easy. i have many bad habits and many people around me who perpetuate or taught me those habits and breaking the habits and distancing the people is never going to be simple. and as for for your warning about the dangers of "ana", i understand them. i looked at them. i said that i was willing to do it in order to be happier. i am adamant that i will not spend what is supposed to be my happy, care-free years feeling self-conscious and ugly. i will be young and pretty and "thin". i understand that i run the risk of having a very bad disease and i understand the health risks. but i want what i want and i will work to get it. i am not going to spend, in the best case scenario, 2-3 years losing weight at a crawling pace and not enjoying my years of happiness. i am determined in my choice. Thank you for you concern but this is my answer.
Considerately, Elle
hey girlies,
i regret my recent hiatus immensely and i've been extremely bad about eating and exercising and in all matter of things. i now weight a nasty 259.0. which is really depressing. and i've been eating almost constantly. i have started band season so that is a 3x/week workout at 1.5-2 hours every time. i have a doctor's appointment in 2 weeks and i wanna be AT least 250...with clothes on for it. i'm tired of feeling nasty and being fat. i only want to have a waist, to have collar bones, to not have fat wings under my arms, to have a bit of room in between my legs. i don't need a thigh gap, i only need to walk w/o rubbing my entire legs together.
i am quite sure my mother knows. which isn't good but she won't come out and say anything right now and i really don't want her concern.
i am planning college trips and such, but my lovey (note: sarcasm) father has guilt tripped me into working another fair. it also happens to be on my first week of actual band practice. so not only will i be tired from work but also from band. fuck him. honestly, i feel no affection towards the man and i don't understand people who say that i must because he is my father. he had a minimal role in my upbringing and has always been an unpleasant entity to be around. i feel that if he needed workers to work with him that he should at least have been a decent person and not acted like an ass. when you need people, you don't yell at them the day after they have put in a 8 hour day doing monotonous, hard work. i think that is just wrong.
Have i mentioned my Summer English Project that is due on the same day as my doctor's appointment?? i have finished the book but i still need to find research for my paper, site it and then write the paper, and i have another paper to fill out with examples from the book. i will have to do this in 2 weeks, but not next week cause i'll be working a fair or at band practice. so inevitably it will have to happen in the 5 day time span that is after "The Week From Hell" and before my college visits, which i would want to be on August 5th, because my previously planned ones had to be moved in order for me to work this goddamn fair. but i can't actually shedule anything because my mom has to check to make sure that it is ok with my father and her work and with R (my brother)!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm really pissed right now becuse it feeles like everything i want is being ignored for the wants of other people who aren't even polite or nice. and here i am being good and helping out when i can and not making myself an obstacle to deal with, and i get slighted. FUCK THIS!!
i'm just gonna go now, sorry for the unload and whinge and shit storm.
Love,
Elle
p.s. Ellaveigh- thank you for your comment. i'm glad you beleive me to be an inspiration. i have a hard time feeling the same.



