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If I don’t lose weight from whatever the fuck this death virus I have is, I officially hate the world. I’m so miserable right now, god.
Today is my 20th birthday. My goal for this year is that when I get my license redone for my 21st, I won’t have any weight-related reason to hate the picture.
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I hate winter. I always get depressed. And gain weight. So that won’t be happening this year.
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Bree Boyce, Miss South Carolina.
Just gonna use Tumblr as a diary for a second. Don’t mind me.
My goal for right now is to be down a pant size by Christmas. And I’ve eaten total crap this weekend so I’m gonna have to bust ass this week (and all of December) to stick to it. But I can do it. I pushed myself really hard in the gym last week and accomplished some things I thought it would take forever to build up to. I just have to remember how that felt. And also to not eat like I’ve never seen mashed potatoes before on Thanksgiving day.
fight-for-it-until-you-get-it:
Please do :)
GO NUTS WITH THIS!
