Sunday, July 14, 2013

getting skinny, getting skinny bitches!

"Take a chance you stupid ho, take a chance coz you might grow."




Well that's certainly what I'm saying to myself. Take a chance. I'm trying to psych myself out for my first circuit training class tomorrow. I can already see the silver platter with my arse on it. And I'm pretty damn sure it'll get handed to me a minute into the class. Why am I going? Because the hot copper will not stop asking. 

I don't get it, I don't understand why he keeps asking me to the gym. And I know it will not stop so I just have to suck it in (literally) and just go. Well fuck. I might look a fool but if I can keep it up, I'll get thin. I'm going to be so hot and sweaty, it'll be gross. Why the hell would he want to see that?

I've lost a good 6lbs since I met him because I have absolutely no appetite at all. Can't bloody eat, can't bloody sleep, can't bloody work. And that's without me trying to lose weight at all. I'm now at 118lbs, the lowest that I can remember being for a very long time. If I add the gym into that mix, well. Who knows what might happen. I want to get to 110lbs soon, and then I'm going to pick up ballet again and make a good go at going en pointe this time round. 

Trying to psych myself out by looking at celeb fitspo and thinspo. They must hard out work out to look that good. And frankly, if I go through any of the above transformations then it will all be worth it, even if he dumps me on the spot at the gym for being such an unfit slob. 

There. I said it. What I'm really afraid of. I've spent my whole life feeling like an ugly, good for nothing piece of crap. Truly believing that no man would ever want me. I spend most days feeling fat and ugly and preoccupied with using all my energy to look presentable. And now somebody has appeared to have picked me up, and not just somebody, a fucking gorgeous cop who seems to have his life sorted. He is very quickly becoming the conduit for all my greatest fears. 

I'm already scared to death that I'm too fat for him. Now I'm fucking scared I'll be too unfit for him. He's not even my boyfriend and I'm already scared that he's going to dump me for not being good enough. 

And I really don't want to lose him just yet. Just last night, when he was on duty and having his dinner break, he came to my house, picked me up, drove me to the beach where we sat in his patrol car, looking out at the city lights. And so we made out again. I'm really starting to like this whole making out thing. 

Right now it's too late to change anything. All I can do is go tomorrow and do my best. And hope that it's enough. I hate feeling so inadequate. 

3 comments:

  1. I WANT A GAP I WANT A GAP BETWEEN MY THIGHS
    I was wonder what copper had anything to do with it (as in the element) before I understood
    no. hot and sweaty is good.
    you can exist as 118lbs
    you've not you know? disappeared into a poof of air?
    you cannot be too fat, love
    that's physically impossible. youre a tiny teacup <3
    im distracted by cartoons

    -Sam Lupin

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  2. I kinda wish I had a guy who'd drag me to the gym/brutal boot camps. When I leave it up to my own motivation... well, let's just say I'm less than stellar with my attendance. :(

    You will kick it's ass, don't worry. And somehow, lots of guys seem to think post workout sweat and nastiness is hot. I don't really understand it myself, but whatever.

    118 lbs is amazing. YOU are amazing. <3

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  3. I know how you feel, not feeling good enough for so long. You're skinny now and you should try to enjoy it

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