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Ronnie Coleman

When I’m alone Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home Often thinking why the fuck is it I’m not in Rome If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body I see it now Bronson a heart-throbby No more pigging out, binging on the late night No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight No more pack of hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right 40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid right I’m eating salad but I’m leaving off the croutons Cause ever since a youth your dog's huskier than UConn Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon Lock the refrigerator, there’s no controlling me Steak and chocolate got they muthafuckin hold on me Ain’t trying to be laid in a box, roses on me Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory Lets go, 20 more to go baby boy Yo you want that V by the crotch right? Yeah lets go (I want it) Gimme some pushups Gimme some dips (I can’t no more) Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!) Yeah you want that steak dinner don’t you? (AAAAH) Your gonna work that sandwich off now (I need marshmallows!) Yeah lets fuckin go 20 more miles, lets go you fat fuck (AH MARSHMALLOWS, GIVE IT TO ME) You motherfucker, you, fuck you! From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque I’m getting twisted eating chicken with a prostitute An hour later eat the burger with my drug dealer Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer Every five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping I don’t want know one to know that I took it Cause I'm an over-eater (Ay yo ock, ay yo ock, fry the mayonnaise for me, man) Life is a smorgasbord to me and I’ma over do it I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don’t cut it Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded The shit they model in Milan that’s looking crispy custom 5 and 6 bitches, lickin’ my dick twitches Serve up a facial, miss the Belgium bitches dismiss em For now I’ll take what I can get till this shit switches Whatever fuck you stupid bitch Peace to the Drums of Heaven Peace to beef ribs Extended lunch time I eat enough for three kids Go on a diet, then fall off because I’m weak kid Since I was young I’m eatin’ candy on the sneak tip My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol Though at my height and weight im probably still the best at ball I’m tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all I bet I have your lady humming on my testicles Yeah, Bronsolino Bout to be fuckin, summer time in the winter Shirtless

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Durr hurr hurr

Maybe use your own email address, and not someone else’s, hmm?

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I do this too.

18888) I've, unfortunately begun to categorize my friends and live people I know into "Live Thinspo" and "Almost There" type of things. I am a terrible person.

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Its true, yet I still do it.

Stop wishing for a perfect body. Stop hoping for a perfect body. If you want it, do something about. Don’t just continue to sit there and think about it. Only you can make it happen.

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I know!!!

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Why am I siting on my ass when I could be doing jumping jacks

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So I cut, I swear I'm relapsing faster than ever before. I was on top of the world and now I just want to die. I'm pushing him away and I can't stop it. I want to bring him closer and in my attempts I just keep pushing him farther away from me. Why can't I just be normal? Like what the fuck. Why can't I talk to someone about this. Why do I need to feel like my entire life is crashing down on me again. I just want to die. I don't think I can handle all this bullshit for thirty plus years. Wouldn't it just be easier?

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Sometimes I'm so scared of loosing him, maybe it's because I'm not taking my meds. But I'm actually loosing sleep over analyzing everything I do trying to be enough for him. I know I'm not pretty, I know I'm over weight, I know everything about me is an emotional train wreck, especially with all the ptsd and nightmares I have over flashbacks of rape. But he stays. He stays with me. He wants to marry me. But what happens when he doesnt. I'm so scared of loosing him I think about killing myself so that I don't have to loose him. How selfish am I? Jesus I just wish I could talk to someone about this. But I cant. They'll all just yell at me.

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Being delicate looks like this. ~🌻🌼FlowerFairy🌻🌼~

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Tiny little legs

One of the main reasons I want to reach my goal weight is that having so much fat on my short legs means that they look even shorter! If I can get them skinny, I might have a chance at looking proportionate 😪

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I'm fat, disgusting and I need to stop eating.

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Rip slip

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Goal: reach 105 Goal: maintain 105. If I work hard, soon I'll be 80 pounds lighter

100 Days of Weight Loss

Starting on January 1st I’m going to record my calorie total and weight daily for 100 days, no breaks, no excuses. On the days that I don’t have access to a scale, I’ll include measurement updates and still include my calorie totals.

Weight loss takes time, patience and concentrated effort. In September when I was carefully tracking my weight and intake I quickly lost 5lbs - this was my best strategy of the whole year and easing up from that has just left me more or less yoyoing back and forth 5lbs. It is my goal that through doing 100 Days of Weight Loss tracking I’ll be able to more easily emphasize consistency so I can lose the weight I want to lose and then maintain my goal weight.

I’ll be mostly working on it in my bullet journal but I’ll post to this blog as well with #100daystoskinny as the tag.

Rule: 1000cal maximum Rule: 2L water daily minimum Rule: record weight and calorie total daily Rule: record measurements when scale is unavailable (during travel)

Goal: reach 100lbs Goal: reach 94lbs Ultimate goal: maintain 100lbs

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On the real

Things I'm Saying Goodbye to in 2017:

• My thick thighs • My fat waist • My flabby arms • My round face • My boneless ankles and wrists

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2017=new year, skinny me

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A heart that truly loves has no room for hate.

Alexandria Jade

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Arts and crafts done right.