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Monday, April 19, 2010

DAMN ICE CREAM FOR IT'S COLD FATTY GOODNESS

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Well now my cals are rounded up to 800 because my mom decided to buy ice cream. GAH!

I can't wait to go to college where, hell, I'll be to broke to buy ANY food. Gym memberships are free for students ;)

Well... idk. I feel huge. I really need to exercise like crazy. Anybody got good recommendations of free exercise vids you have found?

I really like the Tea Bo Cardio
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GP-ADSVstD0&feature=PlayList&p=07CE877502433497&playnext_from=PL&index=0

This will get you sweating! It's awesome!

Tell me what yall do.

Gotta go.
Until next time,
-Vizzy

p.s. Still reading Hunger Point, so review in the near future.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Hello everyone!

Thank you for all of you wonderful comments on my last blog. I really appreciate each one of you with all of my heart.

Now I just read about Amazon working with blogger. This is WONDERFUL! I have been wanting to do review type things on books and movies surrounding the "tougher topics" that others shy away from. (Self Injury, ED's, ect.)

If you didn't already know, I'm going to start reading Hunger Point.
Hunger Point: A Novel

I've seen the movie already so I'll get the review up for both maybe sometime next month.

Well, I must be off to take over the world
-Vizzy

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Reality check... BOOM!

Well, Hello.

Let me start off with a story.

There once lived a little girl named Daisy. Daisy just LOVED to pick flowers. Her favorites were roses and sunflowers. One day, her mom told her she could only pick ONE flower to take home. Daisy didn't know what to do. She thought and thought and thought. Finally, she chose a rose and went home.

This is a little metaphor I told my best friend over IM last thursday. She told me something that tore me up.

Do you remember that guy I told you I like? (I'll call him Bob) Well, he's a senior. After the movie, I thought it was kinda funny that he was talking about dances at our school, When we left, and after I dropped my best friend off at her house, I got a text asking if I was still with her. I said no, but I could pass the message on to her. He said it would be weird, and that he would just talk to her on Facebook.

Well, back to thursday night. I was talking to my BFF seeing if she wanted to do to the mall with me and a few other friends. (Reba actually got the guts to ask a guy she likes to the prom... so she wanted to look for a dress.) Well my bff... i'll call her Rose from now on kept telling me and telling me that I should ask Bob. I told her no, because honestly I just don't do things like that. I have no balls. :( Well, i later found out that Bob asked Rose to HIS senior prom.

Rose really doesn't like him the way I do, she thinks of him as a friend, but I've never told her how I feel. I wanted to be happy for her, but I couldn't help but feel a huge black hole just form inside my chest. I felt so empty.

She just kept saying I should ask him to my prom, but really? So I told her the story that I said above.

Key:
Daisy = Bob
rose's = Rose
sunflower's = Me

He had the chance to pick anyone, but he picked her. Obviously he doesn't like me. He felt he could live the rest of his life without me....... I mean, who wouldn't want to pick Rose. She's skinny, pretty ect. and here I am Fat, dysfunctional... Even though I've lost all this weight I'm still her "Fat best friend". I'll never be good enough.

That night I cut, gave up on any chance of love for me, and went to the mall the next day to look for prom dresses for Rose and Reba.

That broke my cut-free streke of 2 weeks, Oh well.

Then yesterday, I had to go over to a cousins birthday party, didn't eat at first, but then decided to fuck it and had some potato salad, rice, and a little bit of nachos. Then i went to the restroom and purged.

Today was ok, until about an hour ago when I made some brownies for my father. I ate some... then had a bowl of cereal and purged all of that out. Ugh... I feel the acid killing my stomach lining.

I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING LIVE ANYMORE! I'm so tired of living this lie. I'm fat and ugly and I doubt life will ever get better.

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