tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109382072011-12-01T04:53:56.281+08:00The online journal of a teenage girl trying to go from 60kg to 50kg. (Btw, advice/personal experience stories always welcomed ^_^)laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840550890726726157noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10938207.post-1108846723662868762005-02-20T04:42:00.000+08:002005-02-20T04:58:43.666+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So its today that I bid farewell to all the *excuse* 'crap' i've been putting in my body for the past...oh lets see, 5 years? Chips, soda's, icecream, deep-fried-anything, and of course...pop tarts. However, nothing makes me happier than deciding this. But then again, I have probably decided this a few hundred times before now. So what makes this time different? Well...nothing, really. All I can do is give it my best and absolutely refuse to give up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I probably should've started with some sort of self-introduction as opposed to a motivational 'I can do it!' speech...so here goes (again)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I'm a fifteen year old girl and yes...you may laugh at that. You also may laugh that I'm trying to get down from a weight that isn't really considered overweight anyway. But the point is - I'm not happy. I'm not happy being 60kg when I know I can be much less. Yes, I probably care a little too much about peoples opinions of me, but I'm becoming so embarassed about myself I really hate going out. Don't get me wrong, I'm a confident sort of person. I like having lots of friends and am usually always laughing and having alot of fun. But I know inside that I'd be having alot more fun if I only looked the way I know I can. Its something I want to conquer just to show myself I can.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I used to be very athletic and in quite good shape. But after the total blah of puberty I became quite the sloth while TV and junk food became my best friends. Well...sort of. (It was a love/hate relationship ^_^)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">As everyone knows, its so very easy to put on weight without really noticing. I mean...you see it of course, but its always 'thats not me!' or 'that was a bad day and I was bloated!!' But really, its time for a change. These are the best years of my life (Or so every depressed adult keeps telling me, anyway) and I have no intention to continue wasting them by being unhappy with my body. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">And wow...if I could run for as long as I could talk....well my weight certainly wouldn't be a problem!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">But enough of the intro. Tomorrow is a brand new day.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10938207-110884672366286876?l=60-50.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>laceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840550890726726157noreply@blogger.com100