Yesterday I worked out with my trainer. She had me weigh myself and take a body fat % test. I was mortified and she could tell. She got me to calm down..I'm still mortified. I'm at 21% body fat. That is so disgusting. I was down to 13% at one point. Anyway last night I modeled my suit for my bf. It took me 10 seconds to run back into the bathroom after I showed him. We climbed in bed and he asked if I wanted his opinion. He said I looked wonderful, but as far as modeling..he rubbed part of my stomach..that might be a small problem.
I told him about being weighed and getting my body fat %. He asked me what it was. After arguing I told him my weight(barf) and then my %. "Yeah thats pretty high"
Ok I love my bf. Why would you tell me that though? Do you think that helps? I know that its high. I'm a fat lard.. I don't need you to tell me its high. I asked my boyfriend to break up with me if I gained another pound. He said he'd break up with me if I gained 50 pounds. Gross. Looks like I'm stuck becuase no way in hell will I ever gain 50 pounds. Once I'm out of the 130's I plan to never be in them again.
I'm going to my interview for the modeling thing tonight. I took some laxatives last night. I'm taking water pills today. I hope my personality will convince them to give me a chance. If