#fighting cravings

[sacredsasha]

3 am walk with my camera shy baby girl 🌺 She loves flowers 🌺 And I love keeping my mind off of food The cravings have settled in! I prepared for this by getting rid of all fast and packaged food in my house but I'm very inventive. Time to drink some juice, write, and watch Hulu.

[fuckme-thin-blog]

My friend and I made two pies, two cakes, brownies, cookies and fudge and really don’t feel compelled to eat any of it. Woooo

[fitfatandfabulous]

Keeping it Real: Fighting the Fat Day 16

Tonight I'm contending with honey buns and Guinness. This is what I have to contend with every night with my boyfriend.  He has an insatiable sweet tooth and a love for beer which I don't mind but now that I'm watching myself and it is really hard to not give in and have a little bit.  My cravings are sometimes hard to resist as it is but when the food is right in front of me, more like right next to me, how am I supposed to not eat it?  Thank goodness my willpower is stronger than I thought or else I would have given in after just a few days. I'm just going to have to suck it up because I can't force people to not eat bad food around me, I just have to learn to make better choices. I'm going to treat myself every once in awhile but less often and less in quantity.  And honestly, cutting back on sweets makes me enjoy them all that much more when I do get to have them :)

[-haileyheart-]

Eating healthy tip!!

Eating healthy tip!!

So I discovered a way to still have pizza without all that yucky fattyness.

1.Take a whole wheat pita and cut it in half so you have a circle.

2. Make your own pizza sauce (so you can control what goes in it) and spread a thin layer on the pita

3. top with mozerella cheese and all the delicious veggies you want

4. Bake in the oven and enjoy:)

[bloodletters]

an old poem that I never posted on here. I always thought this one was pretty good, but now it's looking better than ever...

cigarette paper your uncreased increasing flatness’ unfolding filling fields and planes so thin, so white, so smooth, like perfect legs, like perfect legs of perfect furniture that sits unbought in warehouses somewhere;

like tubes syringing fluids in and out of bodies in their unfamiliar beds that groan and mutter through a dreamless sleep;

and all this loveliness of blankness hanging, soon to be consumed, suspended by the strip of gum I fumblingly feel for in the dark

[bloodletters]

quitting cigarettes would be incredibly easy

if somebody would just make twizzlers with nicotine in them

[bloodletters]

cigarettes I have known

Marlboro Reds glow in my mind like flaming rum-soaked raisins;

Bali Shag is heavy, spiced, mysterious and Asian;

the Camel is a desert smoke, as crisp and dry as parchment scrolls;

and Pall Malls taste like sandpaper, abrasive to the heart and soul.

Drum is musty, mulchy, earthen, a fungus sprouting in the mouth;

Spirits have a caramel sweetness I thought I could not live without;

Newports greenly colden, shooting crystals through the stiff’ning veins;

Parliaments have little dips some people use to snort cocaine;

a Crush was given to me once by a slender pretty girl—

I gladly sat beside her while the smoke, and her long legs, unfurled.

Lucky Strikes are what, I’m told, our boys in Vietnam preferred

(although, in my experience, they mostly taste like dirt);

Nat Shermans, elegant and brown, taste less smooth than they appear;

but when I searched for Chesterfields, I could not find them anywhere.