I am binging. Like, I had mini croissants, won’t say how many, fruit, a meal, a cookie, soup and three apples and peanut butter. I’m feeling horrible (not all because of the food, I happen to hate being a girl) and can’t drink water because its contaminated. So we have to boil it. And then chill it.
Teachers can be bullies too.
g-i-l-b-e-r-t-n-i-g-h-t-r-a-y: fitfeelsbetterthanskinny: dontstop-fitnessprincess: I think a lot more schools need to address this, teachers can be bullies also but rarely get caught out because it’s adults word over a child’s word. THIS^^ third grade was hell because everyone thought i was exaggerating My French teacher last year mercilessly picked on me last year, to a point that I...
authocracy: kingcheddarxvii: do you think God ever gets sad like “what do you mean you don’t love yourself i worked so hard on you….” …why is this so uplifting
REBLOG IF YOUR FITNESS STORY IS STILL IN PROGRESS....
toethefinishline: mine is!
HUGE PROMO to 5.1k+ -- first 100 :)
curveless: rules: must be following me, curveless only healthy/weightloss/fit/fitspo/thinspo blogs ONLY REBLOGS, no promo for likes must reach 100, or no promo :( will promo all of the blogs that i like! good luck :)
First 80 to Reblog
adoringpassion: Must be following me, I will check. Reblog only once, likes will not be counted. I will promote everyone in neat lists with my favorites bolded.
People like me!
I really have to take some time to thank you guys for following me. In the past few days I’ve watched the little number on the side of the screen go up and every time it make me smile. My gmail inbox is literally entirely Tumble saying “some one is following you.” And their sassy little comment after. So really, thank you for taking an interest in what I eat do or draw. Means...
I'm so sorry
To all the people who follow me who arent whovians, I’m trying to keep my wovian side in check. Please, feel free to ignore my posts about it.
Doctor who feels!!!!
I just watched the doctors name. I’m crying.
You know, I used to binge on cake and cookies. Now I binge on cucumbers and frozen bananas dipped in dark chocolate.
Whovian in me...
OK, I don’t even get to watch it in real time but I’m putting on my Doctor Who shirt anyway. I think I’m going to find a way to make Doctor Who food that won’t blow my diet. And watch it on the web. Because I am a whovian and don’t live in Europe (though his Eurovision thing is highly entertaining and I am proud of Lithuania).
Running is living.
lovetobearunner: Running is breathing hard, running is painful, running is relief, hope, passion. Running is being hopeless, lost and yet to be found. Running is everything.
yaoibutts: i love how potato in french is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.” like what stupid frenchman saw this: and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
Well, that run was…unexpectedly harder than I anticipated. But, normally I run 5k in 45 minutes and yesterday it was 30:16.7!!! I’m really proud if myself and I’m going to train harder now. Next time goal: 25 minutes! If in my next run I can archive that, I think I’ll buy myself…hmm, new running shoes, or new running shorts/pants? Not sure which one.
WHAAAAA MY RUN IS IN AN HOUR
So I’m dressed and ready. I have my new sports headphones (bought today as a reward for all my running progress) my running shoes are by the door (and match the shirt I’m wearing), I made a new playlist and I am PUMPED. But at the same time stressed. I’ve never timed myself. I know it takes me around 35-40 minutes to run 5km (more or less 3 miles) on my route, but this is a new...
Iron Man 3
I don’t have school tomorrow, so a couple of friends and I are going to see Iron Man 3. I mean, Robert Downey Jr. Come on. On worried though. I had a big snack after school (cheddar rice crisps, an apple and some of yesterdays supper) and I’m not in tip top shape emotionally so I’m not sure if I can trust myself to not buy a ton of, pardon my language, crap. I may buy some...
trigger-incoming: This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead. I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.
If you can’t do well, just do.– My Nana
Rain, Rain go away, I ran all over you today.
So it was pouring rain today, and like all good, normal, fit addicts, I thought: Gee, let’s go run 5km. Now. So, I did. It was awesome. Some people I knew saw me and cheered me on. Also, I stopped counting calories today. We went out for lunch and I had a sandwich and salad but then, I bought…an oatmeal cookie. Dun Dun Dunnnn. THEN because I was feeling good and because I wanted...
thisisthinprivilege: farrahtales: [TW: EATING DISORDERS] “It Ain’t Skinny They Hate” - a slam poem about thin privilege (this is my first time so I’m sorry if it’s terrible) (also I know over-apologizing is somewhat of a turn off) (but shh I’m Canadian it’s in my nature) Every now and then I get told to “Eat a sandwich!” “Where’s your meat?” “You’re all skin and bones, put some more on your...