I really need someone to talk to right now.
I’m mentally having a really hard time right now.
Six months ago I was so upset about not feeling ‘normal’, and the fact that I shouldn’t be living like this at 19. This is not the way things are supposed to be. I worried constantly about how my diet affected others, and I got upset by every comment. These things I’ve adjusted to now.
What I struggle with now is the fear that I’m not doing enough, or that I will never find my own ‘normal’, and never have a shot at completing my goals. The worst feeling is that sometimes I feel like I don’t have a reason to get out of bed in the morning. I don’t have a ‘job’ - my only job is food. I cook, eat, plan - again and again and again. I wish I had somewhere important to go and spend my day. No, I wish I was able to spend my day somewhere important.
The only thing that seems to help is to keep myself on a schedule. I give myself little jobs to do, things that make me feel like I’ve accomplished something. I get up early, do as much as I can, and go to bed early.
I still breakdown sometimes. This week has been a lot harder because I’m recording every. single. detail. for my nutrition assignment. Tomorrow will be my last day and I can’t wait for it to be over.
I feel a lot of pressure to manage everything well. I’ve been told a lot that I’m “coping so well with all of this”, but I don’t feel like I am. Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning. The reality is that I just keep picking myself back up.
people who exercise in order to get rid of period cramps are the ones surviving the apocalypse.
don’t trust people who don’t support you as you try to grow into a more mature and self-realized person. don’t confide in people who aren’t as interested in your triumphs as they are in your downfalls.
HOW TO BE THE GIRL HE WANTS:
the first time someone tells you these words I hope you stick out your hand and catch the letters in the air I hope you crunch them in your fist I hope you shove them back into the mouth they flew out of I hope and pray you are not eight years old and hanging off of a shopping cart and groaning about how bored you are, I hope you were not young like I was the first time I read a magazine on a shelf underneath the candy I hope you weren’t young because I still thought everything I read had to be true - but better yet, I hope these words never find you.
They tell you to be strong but it’s the little things like this that sit on our hips and tangle in our hair and feel like bees when the night gets dark. It’s the little things we could never ever shake off because the minute we tried, we discovered there were more waiting for us.
HOW TO LOOK GOOD FOR SUMMER:
smile more often. I hope the first time someone calls you fat, you shimmy your shoulders and wink and feel like a goddess and take it as a compliment. I hope you are not the new kid in a fifth-grade class, glasses on your nose and your hair in tangles. I hope nobody ever touched your tummy and asked if you were embarrassed by the way it jiggles. I hope if you ever hear those words, you reach out your beautiful fingers and touch the temple of the person talking and ask, “Are you embarrassed your brain works like that?”
See, I have not gained weight since the eight grade and I’m twenty. I have had about four hundred people tell me I’m skinny but it’s only the two or three voices about the thickness of my thighs and the fat on my hips - these are the only voices that stick. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Take a bath. Stare at your reflection. Count the flecks beside your iris. Promise yourself you’re not going to ruin your life - you won’t let them win. Don’t let that moment cause ripples. Yank out the cruelty from your system.
HOW TO HAVE BETTER SEX:
stop faking it. Stop engineering your body to be a call-and-response of bruises and shots. I hope you are not fifteen the first time a boy kisses you hard. I hope you do not go home with a bloody mouth and spend the rest of your life thinking love is stained with iron. I hope you are not swallowing your sanity to be with somebody. I hope the first time you let someone touch you, they are someone worthy of your trust - I hope that nobody tries to force you into a label like “frigid” or “slut.”
In the animal world, most males have bright plumage so they can attract mates. In humans, we expect ladies to look a certain way. When you break out of the norm, suddenly you’re rattling chains. How dare you not want sex and still look this way. Maybe people are scared of admitting your body has power - it can turn heads in a baggy sweatshirt. Your body doesn’t need a magazine’s confirmation. Your body’s been through hell and still keeps on living. Put on your heels and stalk down the sidewalk. Take off your makeup. Do what you need to feel awesome.
HOW TO BE COMFORTABLE IN YOUR OWN SKIN:
ignore everything they tell you. Don’t let them in.”
No you dont have to restrict calories on Keto, infact it is said to eat in abundance on keto.
Calories are not everything … My body certaiy couldn’t cope on that amount of carbs within those calories, unless the majority was protein.
She is just one person and she maybe able to eat that amount and lose fat whilst others may not.
(I’m on my phone and go a little off subject BUT) Lord, I’m gonna be a negative nancy here and say: Freelee is one of the worst people to listen to. She’s so stubborn headed and lacks understanding, she thinks her way is the only way. Just because it worked for her, she preaches that basically if you don’t have success using her methods, your wrong. She’s even gone to say people don’t have an intolerance or allergies to fruits.
I could go on all day about her but my point is, don’t listen to toxic people INSISTING one way is right, people should be SUGGESTING. And if that other person genuinely doesn’t have the same outcome as you, let it be. (I mean, hoping any method they use isn’t compromising their overall health.) Like the best results I had while working out, was upping my protein and fats, and I could eat carbs for days.
I’m. Just. I dunno, get yo nutrition and success story the best way that fits you, for YOUR desired results. Cause seriously, not everyone can sit there and live off 30 bananas a day, and a majority of fruit in their diet. *cough*
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Well this explains my whole life
If your eating disorder thinks it’s a good idea there is a 11000000000% chance that it’s an absolutely awful idea