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Imagine walking into a store and just know that you won't fit any of the clothes they sell - that's one of the worst feelings ever, and I'm tired of it. I don't wanna be the fat girl with the pretty face anymore.
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Stats:
Height: 166 cm / 5'4 ft
SW: 116 kg / 255.2 lbs
GW 1:
GW 2:
GW 3: 100 kg / 220 lbs ☐
GW 4: 95 kg / 209 lbs ☐
GW 5: 90 kg / 198 lbs ☐
via size10plz (originally theroadtobliss-deactivated20111)
I hate it when guys give that whole “I like a girl who can eat a big mac, not just rice cakes” crap.
Really? Do you really like a girl who can eat 823 calories of junk? I bet you like a girl who eats the extra 450 calories worth of damn fries on the side too right? Well I can bet you that you don’t like the 250 pound girl who eats like that. You like the 115 pound blonde bombshell who is naturally skinny. So what I really think you meant to say was: “I like a girl with a naturally fast metabolism”. Bitch, please.
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via the-absolute-best-gifs (originally lovesmisery)
via pro-health-pro-fit (originally glidinginthebeautifulsky)
via pro-health-pro-fit (originally strongwomensthoughts)
Just tested my new heart rate monitor for the first time, and so far I absolutely love it. So simple, yet so effective. Does everything I need it to. Havent gone for a real run while using it yet, but I cannot wait :)
God damn weight loss gimmicks.
I was catching up on todays news stories when I scrolled past an advertisement for some kinda diet called “the CampKilo Kickstarter”. I had to google that shit, ‘cause the ad was redonkulous (and I didn’t want to klick the ad). Seems to be a series of shakes, supplements, and soups. I threw on a quick translation, since it’s in Norwegian, but you can take a look and judge for your self.
I dunno what you guys think, but it agitates me slightly. First of all, I wonder if that woman actually gave her consent to the use of her photo. It wouldn’t be the first time people in advertisement found a random picture, but that’s besides the point.
Second, 7kg in one week, how the fuck? That’s the equivalent of about 15 pounds. That’s not healthy, at all, no matter what your starter weight is! I’m no expert, but it seems to me you’d be losing a significant amount of muscle mass, ketosis or not. On their Norwegian website they state that “Camp Kilo KickStart gives you all the vitamins and minerals you need, but only
800 calories per day.” 800 calories? Really? I just don’t get how that’s supposed to be healthy. You should get at least 1200 kcal a day, and even that is a bare minimum. And they recommend you do physical activities as well as follow this diet, which would take your net kcal even further down.
I feel like this is the kind of stuff that preys on people (women especially) desperate to lose weight quick and easy. I wish people could just come to terms with the fact that there is no easy way out. Put in the work, and you’ll get the results.
via shewhorollswithrolls (originally stophatingyourbody)
You don’t have to justify your body.
If you’re thin, you don’t have to say ‘but I eat all the time!’/’I have a fast metabolism!’
If you’re fat, you don’t have to say ‘it’s genetic!’/’I’m trying to lose weight!’
You don’t need to explain to anybody why your body is the way it is. Your body is YOUR body, and that’s all the justification you need.
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Fuck.
Trying to lose weight, getting aware of how big I really am and being uncomfortable in my own skin has really changed me as a person. And not in a good way.
I mean, there ofcourse are the pros of me being more healthy, working out and eating right. Then there’s the bad stuff. Like having developed some sort of mild social anxiety (might be the wrong way to word it, but it’s the best way I’ve found to describe it)
Tomorrow is my uncle’s birthday, and I was just told that there’s gonna be a lot of people I don’t know there. I don’t know what happened, but I went into a nervous break-down just thinking about how uncomfortable I’d be. How I’d be constantly aware of my size and how my clothes fit and that they expect me to eat dinner, desert and then cake.
And now I feel like shit because I know I wont go.
Feeling like Bambi, the slightly more agitated version.
Running on ice is not a fun time. Fucking northern Norway, man. If it’s not rain and wind, it’s that god damned ice. I can live with rain and wind, but when I’m running on ice and my feet start slipping away under me - it’s a FML kind of moment for sure. If I fall flat on my ass one day, that’s it, I will lose my shit.
I live in a pretty small place, and a gym membership is not exactly cheap so I’ve been hesitant to start going there. But lately the weather has been so incredible unstable that running is becoming more pain than gain to run outside. So yeah, a membership is probably somewhere in the, not so, distant future.
A genuine smile.
First real run of the new year, and I can’t complain! I’ve fallen a bit behind and had to go back some steps on the C25K, but hopefully I’ll be back where I was in a couple of weeks.
