you ain't taking that from me.

Liz at one-twenty-five.tumblr.com is my new imaginary best friend. Well, she really exists, but she doesn't know that I exist or that I've decided we're perfect for each other in the BFFs-from-across-the-world sense.

I realized today that if I were to ever decide to take this blog public, it would never be popular because I write too much and there aren't any pictures.

I don't have time for pictures.

Shit, I don't even have time for anything.


I have been killing it in terms of eating. KILLING IT. Small portions, lots of fruits and vegetables, I only drink water or green tea (sometimes chai, in which case I'll have a splash of milk). No soda, no alcohol.

In the exercise department, things have been variable. I had a really great workout on Tuesday, but things have fallen apart since then. I had a situation to clarify before class yesterday so I had to cut out my after-work workout, and I spent all today sleeping because I was beyond exhaustion and I really don't feel like I need to justify it beyond that The sleep was necessary and I don't feel guilty for missing a workout over it.

Scale said 266 today. It said 265.5 yesterday. This is super duper encouraging because my BM is off and I'm ragging so I expect there's a small amount of bloat contributing to that number.

I'm going to say it, even though I hate having to say it: my goal for next Thursday is 262. That would make exactly 30 pounds for my appointment with the neuro. I need to stay motivated, because sometimes I get so caught up in thinking I'm fat that I forget that I'm also sick.

Sick trumps fat in the book of importance. True facts.



I'm really glad I never let anyone take my self esteem. It feels really good liking myself for who am I right now as opposed to who I'd like to be in the future.