I know my weight doesn’t describe me properly.
But I’m so, SO upset when that horrible thing tells me that I weigh exactly the same as week/two weeks before. Even if my body looks different. Even if I FEEL different.
So, I’m gonna weigh myself on monday… and then put that evil machine in the closet. Or, I dunno, maybe really throw it out of the window.
I live on the 10th floor.
I’ve lost so much weight since the last June - about 17 kilos. I’m much happier and confident now. I’m not done yet, but I will succeed eventually. That’s why I don’t understand why I’m ashamed when someone compliments me, or asks about my diet. It’s like… “okay, you think I’m cute/pretty now [which I’m not, believe me] but was I really the ‘fat kid’ back then?”. Today, when I was visiting an old school of mine, everyone was positively suprised about my looks. Well, I kinda felt like shit.
I’m fucking stupid, that’s what I am.
And still fat as hell.
wish me good jog :)