Between work, helping my mum out with my little brother and helping my boyfriend with his leg injury. I am a busy bee. I am rushing and running around Limerick, and I'm about to take on a photography course with Shaw Academy also. Still, I'm going to keep doing my workouts, not because I love them, but because I feel better about myself with them.
My 21st Birthday is twenty weeks away starting Wednesday and for it, I want to be my ideal weight. For this to happen I must lose another fifty pounds in this short period of time. Am I bricking it? Absolutely. Will this be hard? You can bet on it. Am I going to achieve it? I really hope so.
Currently I’ve been thinking a lot about mortality. About how difficult it is to do what makes you happy, and realising that it’s not difficult to do what you like to do, so long as you get out of your own way.
Last night, I got to dance like I did when I was younger. Before I gained the extra weight before I became self-conscious before I became aware of the fact that you can even feel bad about your body. I danced like no one was there.