I, Miss Amanda Ann Thomas, born on the 25/07/1989 in Enfield, UK, hereby declare that my relationship with food ceases to exist at 18:30 GMT+1 on the 19/09/2009 indefinitely.
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I, Miss Amanda Ann Thomas, acknowledge that the decision taken above will be challenging, yet I vow to adhere to the rules of the declaration, which are as follows:
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Consume only Diet Coca Cola or Coca Cola Light (Any variety) and plain water
When hit by a headache or dizzy spell, lay in bed or paint or do any activity requiring minimal effort
Lose the new layer of fat that I have zipped around me within the past week and more
Carry on such a declaration until I fall
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When you fall (through only dizziness - not tripping yourself up or 'stacking' it) the declaration may be put in for amendment.
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Signed electonically, Miss Amanda Ann Thomas
Saturday, 19 September 2009
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Good pact. Can I half join you? x
ReplyDeletei am getting confused as to the number of venues in which we now have to communicate. what do i want to say here that i haven't said elsewhere and what would i prefer to say elsewhere, and if then, what do i say here? you know?
ReplyDeleteso i will say this:
you are BEAUTIFUL. i have seen your face and so i can make an affirmative statement to this.
you are NOT FAT. see above.
you are LOVED exactly as you are with all your demons and because of all of your demons.
you may eat ten thousand things but that does not change the fact that 1. you are not fat, and 2. that you are not a failure. i'm sorry. i am no longer allowing you to be considered a failure/success in relation to food. you do what you need to do because i know you need to do it, but you are henceforth banned from thinking in terms of success/failure based on what you ate/didn't eat. ok?
you have bad days and you have good days and you have breakdowns and you have psychotic episodes and you destroy yourself and you feed yourself and you love and you paint and you isolate yourself and you hate yourself but i will always be here holding your hand metaphorically because i cannot hold it physically and you can push through this.
ok?
how about a juice fast for eternity? you know you are less likely to fail?
LOVE LOVE LOVE many fishes who are so mad that you are having a breakdown in far off places where they cannot swim to!
Brilliant. Sorry for the neglect. Good luck, Sex-Bomb.
ReplyDeleteLove, the fishes who've gained weight, and would like to become re-obsessed with Blogger again.