[Not] Brief [at all]/ Before and Afters?/Rantishlameshit

So I can BOMBARD YOU GUYS WITH PICTURES! [Befores and currents, with weights]

My dress broke. IT FUCKING FIT. And then the zipper went all fucked.
KDJFHDJS:LFKJS>K
So I had to wear my old purple dress.
I was freaking out about it and fussing over myself while looking in the mirror, and my roommate said "Stop freaking out okay? Jeeze. It's like you have body dysmorphia or something." I froze. Really. Then I tried to laugh it off.

Night was pretty low key.
Ate too much. Drank. Danced. Made flirty eye contact with a cute guy from my philosophy class. Drank.  Went to bed.
I already ate too much today [A sandwich, veggie burger, and fruit] but I'm not too worried because I am probably going to skip dinner tonight.
PICTURES.

High school Junior [Stay at home] Prom! 160 maybe? I don't remember. I didn't have my ED at that time.

 This is the new bitch my ex is dating. GOD THIS PICTURE IS DISGUSTING. Same dress I wore last night.

My ex. 

SENIOR PROM! 185 I think? It was like, a month after my ED came back. I dropped about 10 lbs before prom so I thought I looked AMAZING. Hah. Riiight.

Ick. With the Ex.  

Anddd Me with the girl who pretty much single handedly made my ED SO much worse. 

NOW! 140 = ]. 

Full Body

Showing my fat fat dumb tummy and arms

Spare Tire. 

Muffin top.

And fat arms. 

My old prom pictures make me want to cry. I'll have a bunch of "before" pictures from when I was 165, 160,  and 150, but I'm not going to post those until I'm AT LEAST 130. 

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9:17 PM

I ate dinner.

I ate too much. I have to check to be sure but I'm estimating 900 calorie dinner.

DLSKHFGDHJSK>SH

GROSS.

DISGUSTING.

I don't know why i'm freaking out so much. 

I COULDNT have gained any REAL weight, and I know that. 

But 141 just seems... Ugh. Like failure. 138 WAS RIGHT THERE. I HAD IT. 

Now I'm further away.

Summer is coming soon. I'm going to be home in about 3 weeks. 

Finally. 

Home. 

Alone. 

Then I can EASILY get down to 130, and further from there. I haven't decided a next goal weight after that. 

Probably 115? By when though? Hum. 

I have a concert on July 4th.

That's a good date.

Yessir. 

Then 100 by the beginning of school again. 

It sounds reasonable when I think about it this way.

But 100 by Sept 1? 

That just seems unfathomable. Hum. 

125 right now seems unfathomable. 

Body dysmorphic my ass. 

I'm fat. I'm huge. I'm a fucking whale. 

I'm disgusting. This needs to change. 

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Late. 

Well shit. It's one of those times.

Hopeless. Sad. Numb. 

Nothing. 

It's one of those times I just keep telling myself, "go to sleep. It will be better in the morning. Wait for it to pass. See how you feel on Saturday. push through, just for a little longer." 

Ah, but fuck, each time it comes, it gets harder to resist. So tempting. 

Fuck this is so hard. It would be so easy, then it would be over. Everything would be gone. So easy. 

Wait. Put it off, like you put off everything. See how you feel tomorrow. 

I'm tired of hurting. I'm tried of not feeling. I'm tired of the numbness. I'm tired of being fat. 

I'm just so fucking tired. 

And things could be so easy. Its so tantilizing and so close. Half a second. An overbalance and youre done. 

No.

Wait. 

I just hurt, and I just want it all to be over. Fuck. this isn't fair. I don't understand what I did to deserve this.
I always tell people that it gets better, but I don't know. I just don't know. I still hurt just as bad.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say.

Fuck fuck fuck.
I need to go to bed.
I dont want to.
I wouldnt be able to.
It will be better in the morning.
I hurt too much.
I'll just wait until I pass out from exhaustion.

Fuck.
It shouldn't hurt so much. No one should ache this much. 

Fucking weak/YESS

I broke my fast.
6 COMPLETE days. On to the 7th.
SO FUCKING CLOSE.

But I'm too fucking weak and useless. I have no self control.

Oh. You know what I broke it with? Hah.
Oreos. And Peanut Butter. And Pizza.
All the most TERRIBLE things to purge. [Even though I didn't purge. Not really.]

So Uhm. Last night. Let's see.
We didn't go party. We just partied in my dorm room.

Binged, drank, binge drank, watched a movie. Blah.
The guy I worked with came over.

Hah, this is a good story.
He came over and we were sitting on my bed because the futon was full of people and we were watching a movie. He had his arm around me. It was nice.
I found out he is a sophomore. I thought it was strange because he seemed young. Oh well, I though he was gay too. Nope.

Anyway, he was pretty handsy. I didnt really mind, except for the fact that I just binged and wanted to puke. Oh well. [I found out later that my tummy didn't feel as flabby as I thought I guess.]
He was handsy sexually, which wasn't bad because he knew what he was doing, but this is the strange part.
He kept going over my bones.
Like, the ones I go over. Like, he kept rubbing my hip bones [my favorite to feel] and my collar bones and my ribs. It was kinda strange.
And he gave me a nice back rub. = ]
Anyway he was just very sweet the whole time. He was playing with my hair, and he kissed my hair and my neck. It was cute. = ]
We didn't end up having sex because there were a lot of people in the room. He had a good size dick. :D I would have. Damn. Oh well. Maybe tonight? We'll see.

He left and I went and showered and ended up puking of course.
Fasting + Alcohol + Pizza + Peanut Butter + Oreos = Vomit. DUH. Obviously. They were too complex for my body to handle.
Fuck you body. Salad and soup tonight.
137.6 this morning.
WHAT THE FUCK?
I'll take it. I know it's accurate because I triple checked it. Hum..
But I've had like, 5 oreos already and a little tiny bit of peanut butter. And half a bottle of diet coke.
Blah.

ELLE. GOD I HATE HER SO MUCH. Go away. I hate you. Get out of my life. Leave me alone.
She just came in and asked to borrow a pair of black leggings.
They wouldn't fit your fat ass. Get out.
I told her they were dirty.

SHE STILL HAS MY FAVORITE BLACK TANK TOP.
And she's only used a bunch of my hemp and nail polish remover.

Mooch. Go away. Go eat something.


Prom tonight.
I don't know if the dress will fit.
KFHLSDHFBL

I don't like PT's new swan water thing.
I DON'T LIKE CHANGE.
JUST STAY THE SAME, GOD DAMN IT.

I just did measurements.
Thigh: 22 1/4
Waist: 28
Hips 34.5.
Arms: 11.5

Disgusting.
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IT FITS.
MY PROM DRESS FUCKING FITS.

AHHHHHHH IM SO GODDAMN HAPPY.

Anyway, ate too much dinner, purged.
Went to half of a drumming thing.
Now I'm going to get ready, eat a sandwich, drink and party.

I am 140.2 right now. [Blah] BUT. It's still at the goal I set. = ]

30 Hour Famine.

Starts today.
140.0 this morning.

I'm so fucking hungry.
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831.
Uhm What did I do today.
I went with a few friends to buy/fly kites.
We had coffee. It tastes like, pretty much the BEST THING EVER. It was soooo good. = ]

Then we went and helped out with a food shelter, and packaged boxes with food.
We're still looking for somewhere to party, so I have to go figure that out now.

Oh.
And.
I found out.
That that BITCH.
Elle.

Yeah? You remember. Fuck.
After I left, she made out with guy I like. The guy who I spent pretty much all friday/saturday with.
And asked on a date.

FUCKING BITCH. GAH. I HATE HER SO MUCH.
FUCK YOU. She's pretty much dating this one guy here, but that's not good enough? Fuck.
And she said she weighed 190 when we got here at the beginning of the year.
She's DEFINITELY gained weight since then.

THIS ISNT FUCKING FAIR. 

Its raining today/Dress.

NOT snowing! :D
140.8 this morning.
YESSSS. FINALLY. Still too much to post on PT though. Sorry.
113th hour of fasting right now. A full five days at 7 pm tonight. Woot. Then I'll start counting days instead of hours.
I might go longer than 7 days. It seems ridiculous now. A tiny, MINUSCULE amount of time. 18 days sounds doable. Hum. We'll see.

Jordan said that he's already found two condom wrappers in the garbage.
Gross.
She hasn't even been here 24 hours. And they have shit ALL OVER the dorm. Jordan said he can't even walk.
I've known jordan for 13 years. I've NEVER seen him mad.
This is getting pretty close, and it's really strange to see. So it must be really bugging him.

We're trying to decide if we're gonna tell a staff member that they are breaking rules. Hum.
We'll see.
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6:27.
Dinner time. Hah. Riiiight. Gotcha. ;]

I took the bus to Target after class today to go buy some coverup.
It's was just a gorgeous day out today. I wish I brought my camera. 62 degrees F! WOOT! :D
I told everyone that I wasn't going to be back for dinner, and that they could just go without me, that I'd "pick something up" from Target. lol
I did.
A diet Mountain Dew Supernova and some mint chocolate chip dessert gum. Hah. I hate Diet mountain dew. Not gonna lie. But this supernova stuff is pretty good. I saw a thread on PT about it and figured I'd give it a shot. Yum. And the gum is good too. :D
It reminds me of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, where Willy Wonka has a gum he invents that is a full meal. This is for me at least.

I feel really drained and empty right now. Not just from food [well, that too] but just emotionally.
I feel nothing.

It was really strange. I picked up what I needed really quickly, but I still had another 30 minutes to kill, so I just stared and wandered around the food isles the whole time. I bet people thought I was crazy.
I would pick something up, look at the ingredients [to see if they were vegan] and then set it back down. Wander some more. Go back and pick the thing up again [if it was vegan] and look at the calories, then put it back down. Then I spent like, 20 minutes debating what to get for "dinner." I decided on the soda finally.

As awesome and appealing as an 18 day fast sounds, I think I'm going to go for ten. We'll see. It depends on whether or not I can get out of the "breaking the fast" [for the 30 hour famine that starts on saturday. Hah. 30 hours.] on Sunday. It's at 2 PM. Who does that? Maybe I can still be sleeping? lol. Then I still have dinner, and I SHOULD be all like, "oh my god, Im starving, lets go eat." Hummmm. I don't know.

Hopefully I can get out of it. then proceed to 10 days.
Then I will have a bowl of soup after the 10 day mark. [7 PM tuesday].
Then a bowl of soup for lunch on wednesday, with another at dinner.
Then my normal salad.
Hopefully I won't put TOOO much back on. I'm guessing 3 lbs? -crosses fingers-

Hum hum hum. We'll see I guess. [I say that too much.]

I was just going to add something, but I forgot.
Oh.
I might go sandbagging tomorrow. We'll see. 
I'm just afraid the strenuous activity will make me pass out. Which would be awkward. Especially if Jordan and my roommate go. I could probably pass it off as being sick though.
Feeling much better today btw.
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908
Well fuck.
I just found out that we are starting the 30 hour famine TOMORROW morning instead of saturday when I though, so we are finishing it on Saturday instead of Sunday.

Shit. I need a DAMN good excuse to disappear on saturday.
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11:18.

MY DRESS STILL DOESNT FIT.
I don't even know why I thought it would. I'm so FUCKING fat. Of COURSE it doesn't fit. FUCK.
Humiliating. I feel so disgusting and repulsive.
Fuck it. I might not even go. Fuck Prom.
Fuck that bitch of a dress.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck my paper, too.

I'm set for not eating until Saturday at 2. Hopefully. Jordan, who is doing the famine with me wants to order sub sandwiches later tonight. I think he forgot that they [and everywhere else] closes in 40 min. HA.
Then I can sleep through anything he might want to dodge around tomorrow.

Then saturday I'm going to go sandbagging at 130, "for extra credit in my religion class." lol. Riiiight. If only.

Then I could say they served us dinner there maybe? Hum.
Sleep through lunch on Sunday. Then there is a band concert at 4, and I have band practice at 630. I think I'll be safe.

I'm shaking. My muscles feel like pudding, at least, what I can feel of them does. I'm tired.

But most of all, I'm disgusted and humiliated and repulsive.
My hips are going to look like hell when those bruises form. Shit. Hope I don't get laid this weekend I guess. Or at least, I hope the guy is too drunk to notice.

I just want to curl up in a ball and just lie there. 

Another late night/Early morning post.

My roommate and I determined that I have puss sacs covering my tonsils.
Fuck. Going to the doctor I guess.
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142.4 this morning.
Bitchface is going to be here today. UGH.

Went to the doctor. I don't have strep! BUT. It might be mono. If I still feel like shit next week, I have to go back.
Fuckkk.
I'm tired.
But I can't sleep.
Blah.

I had a binge dream last night, and I woke up this morning and freaked out a little lot. Hah. JUST A DREAM. I didn't eat everything ever.
That's the last time I post a bunch of food porn before bed. And fall asleep thinking about it. lol
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4 PM.

Bitchface is here. I've seen her TWICE already.
Blah.

I feel terrible for thinking it, but I really hope how much weight I've lost triggers her. We went through anorexia and bulimia together.
I hope it fucking triggers her. I want her to suffer.
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6:36

I just spent an hour [skipping dinner] looking to find out if my favorite candy [REESES OM NOM NOM] was vegan. Nope. White chocolate? Nope. Dark chocolate? Nope.
FUCK YOU HERSHEYS.
I'll just have to add those to my list of things-to-make-which-Ill-probably-never-eat/purge/be-afraid-to-eat. Like mac and cheese.

I'm going to my philosophy prof's seminar on repulsion soon. It'll be interesting.
Then I'm hanging out with friends later tonight and watching a movie.
Then I have to print off 3 papers and add another 4 pages to one. Sigh.

Then I have another paper due on friday, which I still have to do an obscene amount of research for, and a philosophy paper due next thursday. Blahhhhh. I should get working on those. Hum.

Breakfast:
Glass of soy milk [90 cals]
Glass of water.

Lunch:
glass of soy milk. [90]
Glass of cranberry grape juice. [120 maybe?]
3 glasses of diet coke.

Dinner.
Nothing? I might make more tea Out of sugar. I'll probably just gargle some salt water for my throat. Hum.
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10:09

There was a get well soon card on my door when I got back. It was cute. It had an owl. I might post a picture of it later? we'll see.

Jordan [my ex boyfriend's roommate] has already gaged sex between dickhead and bitchface THREE times.
He walked in twice.
And the sheets were all rumpled when he got back from class earlier today.
GROSS.

I want to fucking binge on EVERYTHING so bad right now.
Hour 99 of fasting.
I can't break this. 

Another day? Why not.

I'll just start this one now. I'll keep updating it until tomorrow night, no worries lovies. = ]

I just had an argument with a friend, who says I don;t know what it's like to be alone.
Are you kidding me? I don't know what it's like.
Cause, YEAH. Rejection is SO MUCH worse than breakups. Mhmmm. It's one thing when you get denied by someone you dont know. When it's someone you feel like you've known forever? Someone you love more than ANYONE else ever? And even after they've left you, no one cares. No one. There is no one to talk to, and you sit alone for days not eating. Not sleeping. Not even energy enough to cry anymore. You just SIT there, and try no to remember how much you hurt, because when you do, your insides tear apart and you feel like you're dying, which sounds like a pretty awesome thing.

Mmmhmm. Not as bad. Whatever.

I'm pretty much saying fuck this paper...

I was talking to the Republican guy I work with. He wants to party with me this weekend. Haha
I told him I wasnt planning on drinking friday, but I'd think about it.
Then he signed off with a "goodnight beautiful." What the hell does that mean? he WAS pretty drunk. That's probably it.

I'm gonna post some more hot men and food porn pictures on PT before I sign off for the night.
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144.0 this morning.
FUCK.
ITS NOT FUCKING LOW ENOUGH.
It's tuesday.
Prom is on Saturday.

I NEED TO FIT INTO MY DRESS. FUCK.
GOD DAMN IT.
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5:58.
Went tanning. Got back. Skipping dinner.
I texted the cute guy I met about coffee tomorrow and He never replied. It's been 5 hours.

FUCk. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
That BITCH is coming up tomorrow instead of Saturday.
WHAT THE FUCK.
Oh yeah, she has no job now. She got fired. FROM WALMART. BAHAHAHAHAHA

UGH. BUT SHES COMING UP TOMORROW.
How humiliating. I'm still WAYYY to fat. UGH.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I'm so mad at myself right now. I'm gonna go bruise.

I swear to god. I'm going to do everything I can to get her kicked off campus.

I'm so fucking sick of everything.
I'm sick of being cold.
Im sick of being sick.
I'm sick of being fat.
I'm sick of being here.
I'm sick of being alive.
I'm sick of fasting.
I'm sick of my hurting teeth.
I'm sick of competing with everyone.
I'm sick of faking it.
I'm sick of being sad.
I'm sick of being depressed.
I'm sick of not being able to cry.

I'm just sick of it. All of it.

I want to bawl right now. And then cut. Then cry some more.
72 hours of fasting down.
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12 PM

Fricken Elle is playing music in my room.
I don't even care anymore. I'm just apathetic.
I dont care about anything. I just want to sit here.

143.6 after showering.

Breakfast:
1 small glass of apple juice
2 glasses of diet coke.
1 glass of [heated up] chocolate soy milk.

Lunch:
3 diet coke
1 choc soy milk.

Dinner:
2 cups of tea. 

I feel like shit.

I slept really shitty and I got up early to be at work at 7. It was one of those nights where you wake up a thousand times and keep switching between freezing and being too hot. Ugh.

Then I was at work and I honestly thought I was going to pass out. It was like 715, and my vision went all grey and I had one of those out of body feelings, where I was on auto pilot. I went and sat down and had some apple juice. Then at like 730, I thought I was gonna pass out and vomit at the same time, so I went and sat down again. At about 745 I told the older lady I was working with that I wasn't feeling very well, and she grabbed me some water and a chair. She was very sweet. = ] I ended up laving my shift 40 minutes early, and I still feel really bad about it.

So then I went and had "breakfast." Another glass of apple juice [making 2 total, maybe 100 cal each? I'm gonna have to double check], a cup of chocolate soy milk [150] and a glass of Diet Coke.
Diet coke when  you're fasting is a pretty bad idea, not gonna lie. It twists your tummy in all these knots. It sucks.

144.8 this morning.
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8:02
I just woke up from a nap that I started at 5. I slept through dinner successfully :D but now my throat hurts like a bitch.
FUCK. It hurts so bad. It hurts to swallow. I might make some tea later.

And I have nowhere to live next semester as of right now. There aren't any single rooms available, so I'm on a waiting list unless I can find a roommate. Fuck.
My college guarantees housing to all sophomores and freshman though, so I don't know what is going on with that.

This is the 50th hour of fasting.
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12:13 AM

I just got back from a diner where I did not have anything except diet pepsi. I refused fries offered to me on the basis of not feeling well. [True]

Then we went to Taco Bell and I had a pomegranite frutista freeze. I had strawberry chunks in it so I dont know if that counts. I'm going to say I'm fine because it was a drink.

So:
2 glasses of apple juice.
1 glass of chocolate soy milk.
1 glass of diet coke.

1 Very Berry Naked juice [260 cals]

2 diet pepsis.
1 fruitista freeze.

Gross. Ugh. BLAH. Definitely too many calories. I want to purge so bad. UGH.
And we're going partying again on friday, but I don't know if I'll even drink at all. I might be the DD. we'll see.

I have to write a paper now that I haven't even started. 

I CANT FIND MY PHONE.

Like, anywhere.
Ahhhhh. My roommate said she had it in our room last night, because I forgot it at the party, then she put it somewhere and cant remember.
I've like, torn our room apart. And it's off, so we can't call it.
Fuck.

The party was pretty fun.
I think.
I was pretty much passed out the majority of the time.
I can't remember like, anything after puking.
Again.

I puked again. And it went ALL OVER. The floor was tile, so it wasnt too bad.
I cleaned it all up like a good girl.

Okay. So. We got there and had a shot of Hot 100 [tastes like Big Red gum], Then we had a mixed drink. Then the 6 of us chugged a bottle of watermelon schnapps.
Then we had another mixed drink. And thats it.

Katie ended up spilling water on me and I said, "I have boobs. ALL OVER my tits." And then pretty much everyone died laughing.

Then it starts getting hazy. I was sleepy so I just laid down on a couch for a while.
Then I went and puked.
And it GOT EVERYWHERE. FML. I was called a hot mess. I don't know about the hot part, but I WAS a mess.

Then I went back and sat down again. And cuddled with Tyler. I remember him saying "I want to make out with you, but you just puked sooo..." And then I said "Fair enough. It's legit. I agree."

then APPARENTLY I was talking about going on a walk [I vaguely remember that] and my best friend Jordan stopped me.
Then I had my head in Tylers lap, and he was playing with my hair.

Then I passed out they think
And Dane called our DD and jordan helped me to the door because I couldnt walk very well. Then Dane helped me to the car.
And we got back and I didn't have my phone.
Went to bed.


Fasted today. One day down, 6 to go.
RULES.
No food.
Drink calories [excluding alcohol] cannot exceed 1000.

Exercise preferred, but not neccessary.

This is my 50th post. Man, I'm lame.

146.2 this morning.
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9:26

We found my phone. = ] It was in a pile of my roommate's clothes. 

My face hurts.

But it's probably killing you! Hah.
But really. Between tanning, and both of the men [who were pretty beardy] my face just kinda stings.

Woke up at 330 this afternoon to my roomie eating chips. I joined her on the futon. Haha. We demolished a bag. It was so yummy. And I have to get them away before tomorrow.

Tomorrow.
FASTING BEGINS.
7 day fast.
I've got this. It'll be fine. I'll be fine.

I fucked a guy I just met.
I've never done that before. Sigh. Oh well. One minute we were making out, then his face was in my vag, then his pants were off, then we were fucking. He kept telling me how hot I was and how amazing and cute and pretty. It was sweet. He was a good size. I've had bigger, and I've had smaller.
Oh wellll. I'm a whore.
What can you do.

Our ride left when I was off with him, so we called a friend who came and picked us up. Ahhhh I love her. <3 She's so nice. = ]

Anyway, then we went back and I ended up making out with the other guy, and we were feeling each other up and junk and it was hot. Haha.
I think I'll text him and see if he wants to get coffee sometime later this week.
No food of course, fasting.

FASTING FASTING FASTING.

I didn't weigh myself this morning, so I don't know the number. My abs and tummy area feels awesome today though. So maybe thats a good sign?

If I was hotter, I'd totally be the stripper at the party. Oops? Oh well.
I did a good job. My clothes stayed on [in public]
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10 PM
Going to repeat last night. Again.
Both men will be there. Again.

Done eating at 12.

BLAH. AND FUCKING ELLE IS COMING.
I'm probably gonna strangle her.
FUCK.
LKDJFSLHGDJHD

S-S-S and. M-M-M.

"I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it. Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me."
I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. It's ridiculous. Hah. I love jazz and oldies, too. I'm strange. Hah.
Weight wasn't reliable/accurate this morning, because I drank a lot of water earlier.

I HAD HUGE BREAKFAST. And I didn't purge. Ughhhhhhhh
Cereal with a banana.
Toast with peanut butter and jelly.
Cup of blueberries.
Orange Juice.

UGHHHHH. Maybe I can get out of dinner tonight? We'll see. I wanted to go tanning anyway.
I need to find a way to balance everything out.
UGH.

2 days until fasting.
I can do it. It'll be simple.
I HAVE TO complete it. Or I'll feel even more like a failure.

More later, as alwayssss. xxx
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YAYYYYY! Thanks to the PT member, Fiction<3, I now use the website caloriegallery.com.
COUNTING.
Blueberries. 77.
Banana 200. AH! I always counted them as 120! FUCK.
Bread. 70.
Peanut butter. 150.
Strawberry jam. 50.
Cereal. 250?
Soy milk. 90.

Total. 887. 
Yep. I'm gonna have to skip dinner.
Fuck. I'm so mad at myself right now.
Son of a bitch.
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4:31 AM
Binged. Purged.
Binged some more. Got pissy at elle.
Went to a party.
Made out with 2 men. One's name was nick I think and the other was tyler. Tyler was way cuter [ I think] and he keeps texting me. He goes to a different college though, but its still close. = ]
I had sex with Nick. Not to orgasm, just a bit of fucking, but it was still pretty good.

ALSO. ANOTHER FIRST,
I puked from drinking.
I vomitted. From drinking. NOT self induced.
It was still probably the most satisfying vomit I've ever had, Ah, it felt so good. Nick held my hair back. It was pretty sweet of him. = ]

Tyler wants me to call him tomorrow. I think I will. = ]
Either him or nick said they would take me to prom. I dont remember which though.

I'm such a whore. Oh well. Worth it.
I hope Tyler will go with me. I like him more. = ]