I just can't seem to get a grip on myself. I can see myself expanding, I can feel myself growing more and more disgusted with myself every day, but I cannot seem to stop eating. I feel a constant need to be putting something in my mouth. We've had baked goods at my apartment almost everyday this week, and I am usually the one eating half the pan.
I've ballooned to 154.6 lbs. Thats 8.6 pounds in two weeks. And about 5 of it is the last 5 days.
The boy I'm in love with, well I thought he was interested, but why would he be when I'm the size of a hippo? He's perfect, I feel so insecure around him. He's too good for me. Maybe he'll take a second glance when I've dropped the extra baggage on my thighs and hips.
I am going to get a grip on myself and get thin. I WILL get a grip on myself. I WILL get thin.
I've ballooned to 154.6 lbs. Thats 8.6 pounds in two weeks. And about 5 of it is the last 5 days.
The boy I'm in love with, well I thought he was interested, but why would he be when I'm the size of a hippo? He's perfect, I feel so insecure around him. He's too good for me. Maybe he'll take a second glance when I've dropped the extra baggage on my thighs and hips.
I am going to get a grip on myself and get thin. I WILL get a grip on myself. I WILL get thin.
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