You went over your calories today again.
That pint of ice cream you just ate had 400 calories more than the blizzard you were supposed to get. And you’re the only one that ate ice cream, too. Again. You did it alone again…you’re disgusting.
You’re disgusting. You haven’t worked out in a whole entire month and it shows. Your once toned, concave stomach is now blubbery and huge. It’s only a matter of time before the stretch marks come.
You’re disgusting. Even your boyfriend pointed out today how big your legs have gotten. Other people are noticing now, it’s not just you. It takes a lot for others to notice change. You’re disgusting.
You’re failing. You’re failing so badly and it’s a shame. For years you were so full of control and willpower yet now you are weak. You’re weak, lazy, mistaken and disgusting.
You eat way more than everyone else. It’s repulsive. What was the last healthy thing you ate? The last time you even touched a fruit or vegetable? That’s what I thought. You’re ballooning up as fast as Violet from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
You’re disgusting. Fifteen pounds is a lot to gain in a year, let alone a month. That’s just not right. You’re just disgusting.
You won’t ever make anyone proud. No one cares about your hard work but you, and you’re going to have to face it. You’re a joke. A disgusting, lousy, invisible joke.
The people that support you only support you and cheer you on because you’re gaining weight and not them. They get to stay beautiful while you slowly turn obese. They encourage you to be superior to you.