I woke up this morning with my head in the clouds. Floating free. The ceramic tiles threatening to pull me down. The shadows hugging the corners of my vision in their empty embrace. I've got to remember to not stand up so quickly. On a happy note, the fast is still going strong. The lions in my belly have stopped roaring so loud, and this coffee feels like black magic. I can see my body starting to change already over these past two weeks. My stomach is sinking in. My thighs are looking tighter. My hip bones are starting to make their presence known. I probably won't be able to weigh myself until Friday, and I'm praying that I'm down in the low 130s.
We are 36 hours in.
Way past the half way point.
No turning back now 😊
Xoxo Ã…urora
hey just discovered your blog. restrictive bulimic also trying to get beyond the 130s into the 120s... good luck, you can do this
ReplyDeleteNot sure how I didnt see this before!! Glad to have you here and Ill be posting again soon
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