Merry Christmas

How many of us ate too much today?

Me too.

I keep telling myself that I'll get my exercise second semester with weight lifting before school.

I was down to 147 last time I sooo excitedly weighed myself (I wasn't happy with that, of course because I used to be down around 130/128).

I'm pretty sure I'm back into the 150's.

Readers, is it really that wrong to not want to eat?

J.P. feels bad anytime I mention feeling fat.

Because she feels like she's forcing me to eat.

Tonight we're going to a movie.

We Bought A Zoo is the name of the movie.

I am going to wear the kinda ugly boots my mom got me.

I am going to put on my geek Hello Kitty tights and my plaid skirt.

Oh, am I'm not gonna eat my pop corn.

Pinky promise.

I'll get DIET soda.

Yesterday, I had coffee for the first time in what feels like forever.

Bliss.

Had to pee like crazy and put a whole bunch of shit into it so I didn't feel as amazing as I usually would, but stilll~~

My mom gave me a pretty cute journal.

I'm gonna use it instead of this small, black one I have.

Still, it's kinda depressing to have to start from page one when I didn't even get to the last page in the other one.

Oh well, I plan to use pictures and doodles in the new one because it's just soooo massive.

I'm kinda hoping I can use it like my blog.

Only different.

More personal.

From every break down to every insanely happy moment, I'll always record more personal feelings in a journal, away from the public eye.

J.P. feels bad because in the end, she can't help me lose 20-30 pounds.

You know what?

Let's just have a load of thinspo pictures.