I Wish I Were A Turtle

So I could pull myself inside. So I could make myself into a rock and float away down a stream, never to be seen again.

I lay down on my bed a little while ago and had a physical desire to just stay still. The need to go exercise, to go burn off the calories that I was too weak to avoid, won out. I'm going as soon as the my laundry is done (GTL, bitches).

This motivates me right now.
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/33796247?pg=1#tdy_Food_Fat_Thxgiving
I kinda feel gross just from looking at it.

Oh My God, Look At Her Butt!

I hate the first post in a blog, so we'll skip all of that getting know you crap. I recently discovered that there are people in the pro-ed community who aren't in high school and I am THRILLED. With no disrespect to teenagers who can't eat normally, it is reassuring to know that (mostly) functioning adults deal with this shit, too. And they have fantastic senses of humor!

Ok, obligatory explanation of what pro-ed means to me... It means honest writing by someone who has an eating disorder. It is not judging people for their behavior. It is not encouraging others to be self-destructive. It can be recovery or not. Fin.

Today was a good day. I counted my calories and consumed a reasonable number of them. They all stayed in my stomach. Sadly, I had no time to exercise. Oh well.

Tomorrow, I am going to *crush* my legs at the gym. What is better than that delectable soreness the day after a great workout?