Sorry I haven't posted recently. College has been one hell of a trip so far, and while I have been concentrating on my weight, my anxiety has made itself known in less focused, productive ways and more "fuck getting out of bed today" kind of ways. I guess I don't really want to bitch too much, even though that's why I started writing this.
My weight has been fluctuating between 106 lbs - 107.5 lbs. Lower than I started. 12 more pounds until my goal weight. I noticed today that these jeans that have been tight since I bought them were really comfortable today. Maybe I've just stretched them out, though.
My mom is really on my case lately. I'm afraid my family may be falling apart. It makes me feel physically ill to think about, much less write about. I hope I'm not pregnant.
Oh, world. Please, please stay together long enough for me to learn to enjoy you.
Thanks,
Gwen.
