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.
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