I ate over at a friends house the other day, and he told me I like ate too much. Hes being really hard on my about my weight. Like from 90 pounds to 107. That is a lot. I hate it but then I like it. It motivates me. oh and I didn't even take that much at all. I like had not even half my plate full. I feel bad about it. I feel sooo good on my Prozac. They don't want me to take more than 30mg. I take at least 80mg. This sounds so bad but I honestly don't even know how much I take in a day. I just pop them. I have noticed that my heart rate is going down. Getting less obese maybe? Well no I'm concerned but then I'm not, because look at Michael Jackson.. He like totally overdosed. I'm not too worried about it though, If it happens it happens. I would rather be like how I am than totally miserable and extremely over weight. I started running in the mornings too. My mom asked me why I was running then too. I didn't answer but in my head it was like "Because look at me! This is gross! Obese!"

Special k, totally easy to throw up and its sooo good! I wake up early to go for my run, only went for an hour though. Then went straight into the shower and threw up. Its so addicting its like ok just one more dosage of it coming up and its like ok one more! I don't like fainting from it though and it really does make me feel good after. Ugh. Prozac was supposed to help me. But its like increasing this. It doesn't make me hungry and I get happy and have energy. I feel like I can do anything, But it dosent make you high.. Noooo just super duper happy!

I stayed in tonight to watch Confessions of a shopaholic. I didn't know if I wanted to see it or not, but now I really do, I hope its really good. Haha I have high expectation's. I have everything bad, High expectation's, perfectionism.. ugh. ok movie time! I will update after! Thanks for reading