Dietbetes, anyone?

So,I'm going to be a bridesmaid in November, right after my birthday. I guess until then, and probably a little afterwards, the majority of this blog will be about my progress. Well, i guess I'll state my stats for you.

Height: 5 Feet 6 Inches
Weight: 151
Dress Size: 8-10 (bleghhhhh)

I'll get particular measurements later, It's late and i feel not the urgency to do it right now.

Ok, so let my explain my motivation.

First, ALL the other bridesmaids, theres 8 of us, are tiny, size 6 or smaller, except for the brides sister in law, who just had a baby, yesterday actuslly.
Second, I just got back from a trip with my family and the brides family, and everytime i ate something that wasn't included in the 3 meals, she would say, "Meg, how are you going to fit into that bridesmaid dress in 5 months if you aren't working out and eating all that (insert food here)??". Now isn't that a great thing to say to a recovered anorexic? Yea, I used to have a disorder, I was a cheerleader and the coaches made it clear that my muscular gymnast build wasn't going to be allowed on their team. Bitches. Those are the same coaches that told me that my "condition" (my diabetes) was too hard for them to handle, and me being on the team was a bad idea, because they had to keep a juice in their bag.
Third, I WANT TO BE SKINNY AGAIN. until 10th grade i was one of those lucky girls who could eat anything and be stick thin.

So heres the plan:
Low Carb Peskitarian Diet
accompanied by:
Bikram yoga
Eliptical-ing
Sit-ups
Water Work Outs.


Pictures to be posted tomorrow, Can't wait!


<3 Love Love Love and Happiness

hello blogspot.

Meg Will here. 18. Freshman in college.

I'd like to say I'm a pretty perky person. I love animals. I love art.I love to dance.

For the past 6 years I;ve been suffering chronic pain from Siever's disease, Diabetes, An un diagnosed Intestinal condition, and most recently, Trachecardia and Shingles.
I try to ignore it, and for the most part, I'm a pro at that. But still,I have bad days. So bad, I don't sleep, don't eat, stay in bed for hours with no escape. I used to be able to ease the pain somewhat, when i was with my cat, Bam, but he's just recently passed, and though most medical experts deny that this is true. I've felt worse since his death. He was great. He had a way of curling up at the exact spot thatmy stomach was hurting, and the warmth and vibration from his purring made me feelgood. He needed me, I needed him.

My parents won't let me get a new kitten.
My parents won"t let me do alot of things.
They won"t let me move out for college, and until just this year, I wasn't allowed to work.
They shelter me, and im grateful for the care and all of what they"ve given me, but sometimes, I just want to be me.

I feel like all I've said so far is negative, so I'll stop with my medical history, that'll always be depressing.

I rollerskate, I do gymnastics, I do yoga, I play waterpolo, I do whatever makes me happy. I love my life. I love it alot. I just have my days. I think This Will Help me. I don't expect anyone to read this.

It's for me.