Can’t even pretend I’m not in love with my boobs right now.
I had ice cream for dinner and raw cookie dough for breakfast. #healthylifestyle
Jeans weather is finally starting!
I had a panic attack while on the phone with my son’s teacher. Fucking awesome.
Anonymous said: How much weight have you gained
20 pounds total, 10 over my goal weight. I was underweight. My goal is 120, right now I’m roughly 130.
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I was tagged by findmeunderneath
Birthday: August 30, 1988
Sexuality: I hate that question
Time Zone: CST
What time and date is it there: 10:03pm, September 19, 2014
Average hours of sleep I get each night: 7ish
The last thing I googled was: “unauthorized ACH transactions”
My most used phrase(s): “She/He’s so nice!” about customers 200 times a day probably
First word that comes to mind: sleep
What I last said to a family member: “love you”
One place that makes me happy and why?: Waco! Because I’m away from the city I have learned to hate.
How many blankets I sleep under: 1 (comforter)
Favorite beverage(s): Water, 5 Hour Energy
The last movie I watched in the cinema: GOTG!!!!
Three things I can’t live without: My son, my BFF, internet
Something I plan on learning: How to run
A piece of advice for all my followers: Keep fighting, keep fighting, keep fighting. It’s worth it.
You all have to listen to this song: Girl in a Country Song! It’s my country feminist power anthem right now.
Anonymous said: Chin up, beautiful.
You’re really nice.
ALSO my apartment is a mess for my standards. I have dirty clothes, dirty dishes, stuff in places it doesn’t belong…it’s just ridiculous. I don’t live like this. My apartment is usually extremely clean and it doesn’t feel like home when it’s messy. I’m going out of town this weekend, I must get it clean before I leave on Saturday.
I’m feeling very down on myself lately. Just…disappointed. I haven’t been taking care of myself at all. Haven’t been taking my meds, haven’t been working out, I’ve been eating like crap. I don’t know how many times I’ve told myself it’s time to get myself back on track and I just haven’t been able to do it. I kept telling myself that 130 would be my max weight, and I weighed in at EXACTLY 130 the other day. I NEED to get on track, I need to do better, I need to treat myself better…and I can’t bring myself to do it. I think maybe I’m feeling like I don’t deserve it. I don’t know. All I know is my jeans don’t button and I look like shit to myself in the mirror.