Ana who. That’s right! Ana fucking who. I’m winning. I’m beating this. I’m determined. I’ve stuck to my meal plan. I’ve eaten when I’m hungry. I’ve eaten what I wanted and fancied instead of what ana wants. And I’m winning.
Yes I’m terrified of Friday and my weigh in and review. But I’m doing this. Yes I’m terrified of going up a clothes size but I know I need to. Yes I’m terrified my thigh gap will disappear and my stomach will bulge out. But I’m battling this and I’m winning.
Ana was strong today. So strong. She called me fat. Called me obese. Called me ugly. A fraud. A pathetic excuse of a human being. But I ignored her. I ploughed on. I ate. I cooked. And I ate again. I’m winning this. I will beat her. I will defeat her. I will and I can. .
Just a little lost 