ponedjeljak, 25.06.2007.
počeci su najteži..........
jučer sam unijela oko 500 kcal- jedan jogurt activia, par napoletanki i navečer čaša mišmaša i čaša dalmatinocole-mislila sam se izrigat od alkohola al se uopće nisam ni stigla napit tak da niš...
šteta što mia nije uz mene,ne mogu...
danas sam popila bijelu kavu, i pojest ču kasnije jogurt,oko 200 kcal (govorim napamet)
samo se nadam da mi mama neče srat,moram se izvlačit na sve moguče načine........
jako sam umorna od škole pa ču početkom sedmog počet teretanu (zadobivanje kondicije i vježbanje),a tad ču i počet limun-dijetu.........I hope I'll succes......
25.6.2007.~50 kcal
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težina: 50 kg
visina: 160 cm
ITM: 19.53
BMR: 1300 kcal
1.cilj: 47 kg
2.cilj:45 kg
3.cilj:43 kg
max time: 90 dana
BMR- minimum unosa kalorija tijekom jednod dana
=655.1+(9.563xtežina)+(1.58xvisina)-(4.676xgodine) -->za žene
Here Comes A Regular_ THE REPLACEMENTS
Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst
after a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I just ain't in the mood
to take my place in back with the loudmouths
You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at the house
And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?
Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
I'll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway
Everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
'cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?
Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall