Its possible.
I’d say in this week I’ve eaten maybe 50 pistachios. Total. and that was split between two days. I’ve gone five entire days without eating a single bite.
I weighed myself in at 107. I lost five pounds.
I didn’t exercise at all. Not one crunch.
Watch this week of intense fasting put me at 99. :D
If I can do it, we can ALL do it.
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Silent Hill 2 (I love video games…so much. They’re a great way to forget about food for a few hours if you’re having trouble staying on track.) |
to feeling empty.
I love intense fasting.
I love the growling hollow sighs of my stomach- its an honor in the highest degree to have my own body literally shouting at me that I am prevailing, and hunger has lost.
^ One million percent achievable. <3
My name is Lou. (For Louise, I promise I’m a lady.)
CW: 112 (?) - I weighed myself six days ago to mark the beginning of my fast.
HW: 122
GW: 90
Height: 5’4”
BMI: Last I checked, it was a horrid 19.1 … but that was also the day I weighed myself. I’ll check again at my next weigh in.
This is me. (And I am very long-winded, so please bear with me, ladies. :3)
I’ve been fasting for six days. I’ve literally eaten nothing but a handful of pistachio nuts on the 14th and last night. Its 4:20 in the morning and the taste of my success is sweeter than any food.
And this is my remission- my relapse into anorexia. For the first time in nearly two years.
I live off of cigarettes and coffee. I weighed myself at the beginning of my fast, and I’ll weigh every week marker. Tomorrow marks the 1st week of fasting completed. My first week cleanses, and afterwards I begin exercising.
ALSO!!! To whoever mentioned 100 sit-ups/crunches before and after each shower, I do the same thing! :D Just sayin’.
Anyone who has ever asked me how to lose weight, I only have one answer:
fast.
Fasting is my strong point. I skip that whole ‘restricting’ bs, because all it does is push me closer to failure with every single calorie.
Eat nothing, and you will regret nothing.
Diagnosed with EDNOS Anorexia Nervosa in 2007.. at a beautiful weight of 88 pounds.
Most of you wont believe me, but I’ve battled with my reprehensible self-image since I was six years old. Six. Seriously.
I would spend ages staring at the tendons (Achilles) jutting out from all the girls’ ankles…and try to see my own. I couldn’t. I was ugly.
I have been since.
I may seem surprisingly upbeat for someone suffering with an ED, but this is on the back of my first successful week of fasting.
Anyways, I talk too much.
I’ll be posting pictures shortly!
