It has been almost 60 days since the last time I wrote, since the last time I did the diet correctly.
Yesterday I saw myself on the mirror. I did not liked what I saw.
It was not dysmorphia.
Today, Thursday, I decided to start AGAIN. And I stepped up on the scale.
171.2 pounds.
To my horrible surprise, I went up 20 pounds in 2 months. It's really scary. Let's not even talk about my sugar levels.
I am so dissapointed in myself, ¿how could I let myself go this way? I thought I was being cautious with food. Now I know I wasn't.
I want to go out and run for the next four hours and make this weigh dissapear!.
Is this is how it's gonna be the rest of my life? It's not fair I can't handle a simple thing like eating.
Today I am a hater.
