Plagued

I am plagued by a guilty conscience. Not because I have filled my body with fattening, disgusting impurities but because I still come on here. I feel like I cheated and should not be allowed to look any longer on these beautiful girls.

I have this feeling...it is a confident one. I have a time frame to drop 5 pounds now. And a reward at the end. But, I have never been so pressed for time before, I have never been put in this predicament. Before next sunday, 2/7, I want to be 90 pounds. That is my goal. I am setting it high for myself. I have a feeling that this time it will happen. It will happen just in time for my sister's baby shower on Sunday. I am so excited for this to begin.

I beging fasting Sunday, unless my parents come for dinner. Then, it will be Sunday night. But, by Wednesday, I want to have 72 hours in by then. After those 72 hours, the pounds will probably just drop effortlessly off my body. If necessary, I will take in sugar-free jello and chicken broth, 5 and 15 calories a serving respectively.


I gotta feeling....