150.2 this morning.
Don't you just love when you step onto the scale and the number is lower than the last time? I feel like there are a select few people that understand the elation and joy that it fills me with every time that number creeps into the air.
One day, maybe I'll be so light and so happy, that my joy will lift me into the air.
I ordered my bikini for next summer, so now I have something to inspire me and motivate me. There is no way this will be cute if I'm still a cow. So gotta get pretty and skinny so I can show it off :)
I'm looking back at pictures from May and I'm shocked I ever let myself get like that. I mean I'm still way heavier then I ever wanted to be, but these pictures are truly disgusting.
Beginning of summer. Fat arms and a gut.
Now: Arms are still chubby, but way better

Stomach at end of May. I'm gonna throw up looking at it.
Now. Chubs for sure. But it's a work in progress.
I go back to school next week, and I'm terrified. One of my roommates (a tiny dancer), well she had an eating disorder in middle school but now she's all normal and stuff, but she is always watching me like a hawk and making me eat. I used to talk about food and weight and feeling fat all the time without even thinking. You know how it is, it becomes second nature. Its all you want to talk about! She is always concerned. Honey, have you seen these thighs? No way am I out of control.
Be thinspired Ladies! (and gents)