In a few weeks, I will meet my hero.

I am going to a convention for one of my favorite TV shows. I’m going to meet the man who should honestly be my husband, no joke. He’s my favorite actor but also my favorite human being. So hilarious and kind and amazing in all the ways. 

And I’m going to be a fucking fat ass, consumed with thoughts of how much I hate myself. It didn’t have to be like this, I could have lost all the weight before the con and I didn’t. 

Why do I keep doing this to myself? I really don’t know.

Binge-Free August?

youwillloveyou:

Ok, so I heard that If you do something for more than 21 days it becomes a habit so I want to try and get as many people to do this with me. We cannot binge all throughout August throught to the 1st of september. If you wanna do this with me, reblog this and follow me and I’ll message you. :) ok, I am gonna stop messaging blogs who like or just reblog without following me back because i have a lot of blogs to message and it is hard to search out each individuak blog :3 xx