Eastern was not good. Fuck holidays. But now on track again. One meal every second day.
Waking up and feeling dedicated and strong. I will fast the whole weekend, at least until Sunday. The goal is as everyday to purge away all superficial and diminish to pureness. But now I know I am not alone with it.
Not a good morning. I feel that I have no emotional space. All around me demand their space, more decisive and more forceful. I only want to disappear. Which fits fine with my 3d-goals. At least.
starving is a gift, not a punishment.
hunger will always feel better than the sickness and guilt that follow eating.
hunger means it’s working.
to be empty is to be strong.
to be light is to be perfect.
eat to live; do not live to eat.
if you must eat at all, let it be just enough to keep your secret safe.
& nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.
– choose discipline before desire. let control be the first bite.
– brush your teeth, then once more. mint tells hunger to wait outside.
– cold water fills the places where want once lived.
– chew until your thoughts dissolve, not the craving.
– let the scent satisfy. the will to say no is the real indulgence.
– move your limbs until the noise fades. burn to remember you’re alive.
– stand beneath cold water. reset. rinse the need from your skin.
– scroll the still bodies, the soft lines, the quiet frames. become the goal.
– let bitter coffee kiss your throat. green tea if the silence needs steeping.
– curl into the ache. breathe through it. you’ve done this before.
– remind yourself: it’s not about food. it’s about becoming less.
Hey, wanna be weight loss buddies? 💝 I came back on Tumblr these days to regain my motivation and started to rearrange the page and made a food journal. If you ever need support or a talk, I am here. I wish you all the best and strength 💖
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