Healthy Happy Lolo Hi!! My name is Lolo. I am 20 and I am working on losing 100+ pounds. I am a FITspiration tumblr not a THINspiration. I use to have a ED so I have no need for negative things like that. I have a awesome little girl and a great husband. I am vowing to myself to become a healthier and happier me.

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STARTING WEIGHT:250
CURRENT WEIGHT: 250

GOALS:

#1: 240 #2: 230 #3: 220 #4: 210 #5:199 #6:185 #7: 175 #8: 165 #9: 155 UGW#1: 145 UGW#2: 130 Here is where you enter text, info, about me, whatever, your page graphics, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc.

At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine
before peeling off, like a slow band-aid.

At 8:40 you sprint home and make instant coffee.

At 9:45 we finally drink it, cold.
I finish your leftover half.

By 10:50 you are already breathless.
I live for every time we overlap.

When 11:55 comes I spend the entire minute convincing you to stay.
You never do.

By noon I put my hands on your shoulders and say, “Baby,
you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.”

At 1:05 you tell me that while you were gone,
15,300 babies were born.

At 2:10 you don’t say a word,
just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight.

At 3:15 we sit quiet, listening to rain falling everywhere
in the world at once: all 15,000 tons.

At 4:20 we pull a little from the tight joint I keep behind your ear.
You do not inhale.

At 5:25 you meet me for happy hour.
My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth,
a shot of tequila sitting on the bar.

At 6:30 I hear the ticking.
I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps.

By 7:35 I can see you in the distance,
each second a tease until you drape over me.
We always love quick and you never let me hold you.
I dream of drinking you through a straw.

At 8:40 you watch my beard grow 0.00027 of an inch.

At 9:45 we do not speak.
Too many people have died since we last met.

At 10:50 we pray for a meteor,
at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears.

11:55 is my favorite.
We’re only apart for mere minutes.

But at midnight you’ll apologize sixty times
because it will always be like this.

At 1:04 AM I am already sleeping.
It’s exhausting loving someone
who is constantly running away.

Megan Falley, What the Hour Hand said to the Minute Hand  (via weaverofstars)

i will never not love this poem

(via atleastihavemyblueberries)

What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them? For The Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl (via pegthepatriarchy)

believeinhealth:

cleanbodyfreshstart:

“Moreover, mother cows make milk for THEIR babies and for THEIR babies alone. That case is closed forever. No debate. No discussion. The jury is in. They don’t make milk for baby humans, adolescents humans or adult humans. The human body has absolutely no need for cow milk, just as it has absolutely no need for dog milk, giraffe milk, zebra milk, camel milk, goat milk or rhinoceros milk. This is why dairy is responsible for most allergies, asthma, Crohn’s disease, childhood ear infections, acne, and breast, ovarian, colon, prostate and pancreatic cancers.

Cows, like every other female mammal, only produce milk during and after pregnancy. Cows, therefore, are artificially impregnated (raped) once a year to keep the milk-flow going. Within moments after giving birth, babies are stolen from their mothers. From a business standpoint, the dairy industry has to steal babies because it can’t have calves sucking up all that milk that was meant for them when they would rather sell it to humans instead. Every time humans have a glass of cow milk, some calf is not!”
- Gary Yourofsky

Website link: http://www.adaptt.org/veganism.html

the picture is kid of obnoxious but reblogging for the explanation because some people really don’t know this!



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