Discipline

I feel like right now I'm ready to get my shit together and start accepting responsibility for my fat thighs. I've been hovering around 94-95 (I'm 5'1-5'2) but possibly more, as, in my complacency I've been feeling incrementally thicker and softer. Yeah. Not good. Gotta start weighing regularly again so I don't wake up one morning back at 110 (where I was a year and I half ago. I've been all sorts of weights since). God, just thinking about it makes me sick.

Last night I hung out with a friend-of-a-friend that I've met once before. The kid is mind-blowingly disciplined. He's in perfect shape, without being deathly afraid of food. To the contrary, he works in an upscale supermarket and cooks gourmet meals. Yeah. What a concept. He told a mutual friend I was "a pleasure to talk to" and WOW someone intelligent wants to be around me!? He's having a surprise birthday dinner next week and its times like these I wish I was normal. But no. So not going.

Yesterday I also got deferred from the first college that replied to me (besides my safety school) soooo what better way to assert to the rest of the world that I actually am relevant then by starving again???
I'm full of good ideas.
And I promise regular updates in which I'll share some more.

Enter

My name is Lia.
I'm 17; I live on the east coast.
I've had another blog for several years but I got tired of the format and the community, so I thought I would try this out.

One might describe me as "eating disordered," but after about 8 years, I'm still not sure what that means.
I guess this'll mostly be about that.
And when it's not, it'll probably be about: photos, books, metal, biking, running, drugs, making music, dirt, science or plans that will never be carried out.