So I've successfully avoided food today except for one single, solitary cupcake. My brother brought 4 home and one of them in particularly was just staring me in the face, teasing me, calling itself to my tongue. So I ate it /:
I was planning on only eating half but then my brother came in the room and him watching me made me eat it all. I was supposed to go on a walk with my mom in the evening but she came home late and now it's too dark. So I guess I'll have to do a workout on my own before bed. I hate working out in my room. I'd much rather be outside with fresh air, having a conversation with my mom.
Ugh. I'm just frustrated now. I don't know why, I'm just really moody and I want to scream out or hit something.
Or eat something.
I'm not even hungry. I'm supposed to be working on J's birthday gift but I'm too agitated to do that now. Not to mention my nose is covered in blackheads and the fucking pore strips did nothing for me.
I looked in the mirror and my fat gut is protruding again. My thighs are fucking whale city and my ass has gotten so fat and lardy. I really, really hate myself sometimes.
Sorry, I should stop writing before this gets too annoying.
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