PERFECTION GUARANTEES FAILURE.
Perfection is not a target, it's an excuse we tell ourselves to stay the way we are.
By making the choice to eat perfectly or poorly, you'll always choose poorly because you know you can't hit perfection.
Perfection is not a real standard, it's setting you up for failure.
And then you make one bad choice during the day and you think the day is ruined and you may as well start again tomorrow because today wasn't perfect.
PROGRESS OVER PERFECTION.
Focus on making small improvements. Make the goal one step ahead of where you are now, and then when you hit that move it one step further again.
You'll start to build momentum and soon enough you'll be living the life that you dream of...
She wrote in her post : "maybe someone will find it helpful :33"
She answered me : "why do you feel the need to comment and make fun of my post? anyone can be thinspo, why isn’t she a valid one? anorexia isn’t cool, but not everyone can recover without help and support."
"not everyone can recover without help" but she encourages them to identify with Effy with this :
"Effy smokes a lot, chews gum, doesn't seem to eat much. She has a nice thigh gap and is generally very beautiful."
And telling them to fast or eat about 300 calories a day.
She says : "it’s not my responsibility that some young girls will see this"
It's your responsibility.
Some people are too sick, easily influenced to be responsible for their actions here.
And you make them see that by using tags to be found by them.
Don't make excuses, of course you are responsible, but it's better to say it's not so you don't feel guilty, right?
Hello, everyone, it’s me. I know you don’t recognize me, because I made a GOOD DECISION.
J and I went to dinner on Friday night with two of our friends, and it was a Mediterranean restaurant where giant, fluffy pitas were served with every plate. Everyone told me they were the best pitas they’ve ever had.
But I ordered falafel with tahini, chicken shawarma with hummus (above), two glasses of sparkling wine, and a cup of espresso. No pita! I didn’t even have a bite.
And then J and I had a 5-mile walk home across the Brooklyn Bridge, so we decided to each get a pint of low-carb, low-calorie Halo Top to eat along the way. We stopped into a few bodegas in Greenwich Village, but they only had carby ice creams.
We finally found one that had several flavors of Halo Top, and of course there was no price tag because NYC, but Halo Top is usually 6 or 7 dollars here, so whatever. But it turns out each pint was TEN DOLLARS. Ha! But as we were checking out, I noticed that the cashier and J were wearing the exact same shirt from Express.
I pointed it out, and the guy laughed, and J said, “Looking good!”
So that cute bodega experience was worth the six extra dollars.
The food wasn’t worth it. Eating this much was not worth the set back. I feel huge and uncomfortable. Each day I should be getting closer to my goal not further from it. My calorie limit is there for a reason and I don’t need any more. Practice control.