TW: meanspo ( mean words)
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Shut up for a second.
Just be quiet.
Listen.
Are you happy right now?
Does looking this way make you happy?
Do you really think this is the best you can do?
Pathetic.
You didn’t even try this time.
You gave up. Binge after binge after binge. The same loop, repeating itself..
But who’s to blame?
“I’ll start tomorrow” “Its just one piece” “Its just another 100 calories”
NO.
STOP.
This is the reason you look like this now.
Sad, fat and pathetic.
PICK YOUE SIZE.
You could be at your goal weight by now. But you aren’t. Come on, let’s be honest, how much time did really pass since your first day? How much time did it pass from the start of this journey?
And look where you are. Not even near.
But you could be. If only you didn’t eat that extra 500 cals yesterday, or that binge you did today.
You really have no self control do you?
I see you breaking the promise you made such a long time ago.
I see you breaking fasts, breaking restrictions just because something looks good.
In reality most of those times you weren’t even hungry.
But no your fat and lazy ass was bored. That’s it. You were bored and had nothing to do. If you were really hungry you would have taken a small fruit, and not 3 bags of crisps.
Disgusting.
PICK YOUR SIZE.
You could have been at your goal wight by now. You could be beautiful and skinny by now, but no. All you did was make excuses, cry, and as always not try. No effort, no results.
And yet you’re surprised why is the number on the scale becoming bigger.
What do you fucking think lardass?Stop being such a fucking faliure and actually try this time.
XS or XL?
PICK YOUR SIZE.
~whatever your problem is, the answer is NOT in the fridge~
No offense...: but you’re doing this for YOU. And you know when you sneak an extra serving without tracking the calories. Or put in half the the effort to your workout. You know when you cheat yourself and you can see the results all over your stomach, thighs, calves, arms, and back. You get what you put in. Put in the effort to take the stairs each time, leave the last few bites on your plate, drink the extra glasses of water. Simple. This is for you. Don’t cheat yourself.
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no offense but if you didn’t stop trying a couple weeks ago and if you didn’t mess up and binge so much you would have reached your ugw by now
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Where did all the motivation go?
I use to be able to go 4 to almost 5 days without eating; now I can’t even go for 20 hours.
I use to be able to suck in and see the tip of my ribs sticking out so obviously; now when I suck in I don’t even know where the very tip of my ribs went.I use to be able to see my collar bones; where are they now? Covered in layers of weight gain.
I use to look pale after 2 days of not eating; now I look as red as a tomato just by moving around a bit to much.I use to feel cold when I starved for days; now I get overheated when I don’t eat for more than 12 hours.
I use to be about to be able to lose 30 pounds in 2 1/2 weeks; now I gain half of that in the same amount of time.Weight gain isn’t pretty fatty. You hated yourself 40 lbs ago, well you should hate yourself even more now. If other people can do it so can you, it just takes SELF CONTROL. Not chips, or carbs, or soda, or popcorn and candy.
S E L F C O N T R O L. You want to be beautiful and have the sexiest and smallest body right? Well guess what?
THAT SHIT ISNT JUST GIVEN TO ANY PATHETIC FAT ASS LOSER LIKE YOU, THEY NEED TO WORK FOR IT. So get up, go purge everything little thing you’ve eaten today until you taste bile, and go chug some water. No more promising to, “start tomorrow”, you said that 3 years ago and the only thing you’ve lost is your LOW WEIGHT and your SELF CONFIDENCE.
You may feel shitty while fasting, but it is NOTHING compared to the shitty feeling you get after eating. That is 1000x WORST than hanger pains or feeling sad cause your fasting.
Do you want to be the fat ass forever who everyone looks at in pity and disgust, or do you want to be the sexy success story, and wear anything you want?
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this honestly is for me more than anyone else.
