I'm really really deadly sorry that I haven't been active!  But, ah well.
I've gotten into a fancy-shmancey boarding art school which i'm too too exited for.
I've lost, ONLY A POUND since you've last read?
ONLY A POUND.
Working my ass off for a pound. Sooomebody help me.


I think I'm in love and i'd like to be married and move to a very nice quiet town where people ride bikes and burn calories doing everything everywhere. I wish no one was fat. Fat people make me sad. I make me sad, ah, the complications of life.

Hey hey hey, guess what?

My thighs don't touch anymore! At all, not even if I squeeze my knees together. Which is kind of bittersweet, because I know I'm gonna sound crazy here, but thightouchingness made me want to lose weight in the first place, and I guess I'll miss it. Don't worry though, I've got tons and tons of fat. Not great. But true.

Still no scale, ah,  please kill me now. 


Today, I ran more than i've ever ran in my life, for ages and ages. So football today was a great, great work out. Also, walked around in the mall for three hours, not sitting down once, and I was walking pretty fast. Thank heavens the mall is so very very huge.

Now, I'm going to go to the gym, hopefully i'll do good today. Maybe they have a scale there?

I'm dying without a scale.

Good luck to all.

I'll write a list of what I ate when I get back, alright? No list because I'm a failure at life who had to eat 700 calories. seven hundred fucking calories.