♡ exercise and food fights ♡

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My feet hurt, my back aches, and I can feel each individual bead of sweat dripping down my neck.

The carpet below me helps cushion my weight as I struggle to hold myself up on all fours.

My stomach clenches tighter as I stare down at the backs of my hands. Short breathless pants fall from between my lips as I watch my arms shake beside me.

I don't weight a lot... I don't think, so how I'm able to do this for so long, is beyond me.

I bite my lip.

I squeeze my eyes closed hoping if I don't focus on the feeling, I'll be done soon. I force myself to stare at my pink finger tips.

"You got this Maison, 30 more seconds." I pant out.

My throat burns as I speak, and wiggle even harder at the harsh pain.

In desperate need of water, I give up, letting my arms buckle beneath me. My chest hits the carpet and I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

Stars cloud my vision for a moment, as I dust away the stray sticky hairs covering and tickling my face.

I cant remember the last time I worked out, or better yet, tried to do a plank.

I sigh, picking myself up from the floor and reaching for my water bottle. The warm liquid doesn't do much to soothe me, but I know I'll be thankful for no cramps here in a minute.

The straw sputters to an end as I sip the last tiny bit, letting it soak into my tongue. I place it back on my nightstand.

The mirror on the dresser acrossed from my bed laughs at me and I watch my figure in the reflection.

The usual.

I have a good couple of weeks and then one incident happens and I'm back to my usual unhealthy habits.

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