im sick of my excuses, and certainly sick of my flabby arms and disgusting thighs. i don't even care about the money bribe (i mean it is only $75.. let's face it, that's all i can afford). what will really motivate me is imagining the humiliation of my ex (or really more pseudo-ex) receiving that letter. we don't speak at all anymore and really never got to be that serious (a.k.a. he never became familiar with my dramatic and tumultuous relationship with my weight), so unlike my other exes who would just roll their eyes and be all "ohhhh man, i see liz is up to her old tricks. hasn't changed a bit", he would probably be a little more than slightly alarmed at how much of a psychopath i am, and not only tell all of his friends and his new girlfriend (who is, by the way, the size of a pencil. not that it really matters since she has such an enormous gum to teeth ratio), but also run around screaming about it into a megaphone. well maybe not the last part, but the visual can serve as a motivator.
anywayzzzz, my goal is to lose 10 pounds by the end of february. the unofficial goal is 10 pounds by mardi gras, but you know, just in case that falls through, then ill at least have an extra week to starve myself. just kidding (but only because i physically CANT not eat).
not only am i going to try and be VERY strict about eating healthily, but i will also attempt to exercise everyday. no, scratch that, i WILL exercise everyday. i have to. and i know this doesn't have to do with getting skinny, but another personal goal is to go tanning more often. i know its soo bad and im going to get skin cancer blah di blah blah,but it just makes me feel so much more attractive. and i dont care what you say, it does make me look skinnier.
and maybe all of this obsessing over my food and exercise and tanning will help me to stop constantly obsessing over my most recent ex. who i am most definitely not over. ...and if he happens to fall head over heels back in love with me once he sees my insanely svelte, tan, and gorgeous body, well then that's not really my fault, now is it?
