165 pounds

@omgittybits this is superrr late but: prompt: baker bitty and bittyparse!! HOW DID THIS GET SO LONG?? IDK???

Kent Parson cut down on carbs after playoffs. He’s on the ice less but he’s conditioning more, and he’s in constant contact with his nutritionist slash trainer about his diet and training. Every morning he’s up at 7 am, drinks a glass of orange juice and eats a banana before going on a short jog around his neighborhood. Kent was 5′10 and a natural 165 pounds in a league filled with 6′4 and 200 pound giants, so he’s constantly shoveling steak, protein powder, eggs, fish, and yogurt inside his mouth. He has to put on enough muscle mass during the offseason, because when he starts skating, all that weight would start sloughing off of him because of the grueling schedule. 

That’s why, when Kent was lured into Bit o’ Home by the bright “Grand Opening!” sign on his customary jog, he expected to buy himself something healthy and nutritious. Instead, he found himself laden with two pies, a chocolate smoothie (with zero nutritional value on account of the sugar), and a receipt for a preorder of a custom cake.

And Kent still hadn’t stopped talking.

“So I really want to wow my friends, you know, they’re always chir-teasing me about everything and you know, I’m a kill with kindness kinda guy,” he tried for a smirk. Kent didn’t know what he actually looked like to the cute guy manning the counter and he’s afraid to know. 

“Oh really, you’re a kill with kindness guy?”

“Chyeah, my reputation is on the line here. So do you think that cake is enough?”

Cute Guy giggled. “Well, sir, I ain’t sure if this three tiered strawberry chiffon cake with candy kitten decorations will be done by tonight’s potluck-”

“That’s okay, that’s for next week, there’s another-um-potluck. In the mean time I’ll wow them with these pies tonight.” 

“You haven’t even tried a pie yet, how do you know if they’ll wow your friends?” Cute Guy asked. “You know what, I’m going to give you a slice of each pie, on the house, since you just gave me the biggest order in this shop’s history.”

“You’ve barely been open for a day, you trying to butter me up?” Kent grinned. 

“Depends on whether or not you come back tomorrow for more,” Cute Guy said. 

When Kent left the shop, he looked down at his hands, holding three pie boxes for a potluck that he made up, and a receipt for a cake for another potluck that he made up.

“This is like that time you ordered pizza everyday for two weeks straight because you liked the delivery boy,” Swoops laughed into his phone.

“First of all, it wasn’t the delivery boy, I was just really into pizza, okay?”

“Right. Anyway you’re so tiny, at least this way you have a bunch of food at your house.”

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anonymous asked:

Could I have a meanspo I am 5'2" and 165 pounds so actually really fat and I've gone a couple days without food now and working our but I really wanna cave help me please...

You shouldn’t fast longer than 3 days. You should probably eat something small that doesn’t have a lot of calories to avoid damaging your body. ————————————————————————you’re allowed one small snack you fat pig. No more than that. Once your done, drink your water and work out. Starve. Stay under your limit. Do whatever you need to do. But don’t eat more than you need to fatass


·.·´¯`·.·★ [Grant Gustin] ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Weight: 75 kg or 165 pounds  
Height: 6 ft 2 in or 188 cm
Hair Colour: Light Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Birth Place: Norfolk, Virginia, United States
Date Of Birth: January 14, 1990
Occupation: Actor, dancer, singer
Genre: Pop, rock, adult contemporary
Instruments: Vocals
Notable Works: The Flash, Arrow, Glee

Whats up? I’m 23 years old and I’m doing 12 years.  I’ve been locked up since 2010.  I’m right out of the sticks, I grew up on Southern Pride and grits.  I stand 6'2" and weigh 165 pounds with blue eyes.  I’m just looking for someone to write that’s into the same things as me, which is bettering themselves. If thats you, send me a letter. If not, I wish you well. Everyone else, love, peace, and chicken grease.

Earl Wadlington K75469
Santa Rosa C.I.
5850 East Milton Road
Milton, FL 32583

Smaller body, bigger phone. ✌🏼️

This is about a 165 pound difference. Left was January 2014 and right was today June 18th 2016. I’ve had one of two surgeries to remove excess skin. I’ll probably post some of my scars at some point. :)

vitaprosegue submitted: (submit by @caro-hip)

Height: 5 feet

Starting weight: about 165 pounds (March)

Current weight: 149 pounds (July)

Goal weight: 130ish pounds

Light to moderate exercise whenever I can, even if it’s just a walk for half an hour! Less junk food, more vegetables and protein! 

If I can do it, anyone can!! :)

Get Motivated with more Before and After weight loss pictures  or  SUBMIT

After taking a bit of a break away from my weight loss journey (in which I lost 150 pounds the first time), I’ve decided to restart again as I have gained almost 25 pounds back! 

This picture was taken December 24, 2015 and I weighed in at  217 pounds.

My goal weight is to be around 165-170 pounds, which is around 50 pounds that I need to lose! 

I’m so excited to get back on track again! If you want to follow me on other sites where I’ll be tracking my progress: 

Fitbit: emilymarkstheworld@gmail.com
MyFitnessPal: emilymarkstheworld
Instagram: emilymarkstheworld 

I’m not one to post photos of my complete body but over these last few months I’ve been very proud of how far my body has come. I know it’s not Tuesday yet but this transformation is something I couldn’t be happier with. Before photo is summer of 2010, the after photo is fall 2015. 165 pounds down to 135. I never thought I’d lose that weight but over time it gets easier.


So I just spent the better part of an hour reading through the FatAttack tag and there are tears. Seriously.

I am late to the show, but I just got home.

I have always been fat. My earliest memory of school is of my brother getting into a fist fight with another kid because the other kid called me fat. I was in kindergarten. I was bullied all through school about my weight. When I was growing up, bullying wasn’t identified as the problem it is recognized to be now, and elementary school was hellish. This was compounded by the fact that my grandmother thought she needed to trim me down before I hit puberty.

She put me on a 500 calorie a day diet the summer between grade 6 and grade 7, and I dropped to 120 pounds. I bounced back up to 140 by my 12th birthday, and felt like a fat failure. I was 5′7″. I should have been thrilled.

By the end of grade 7 I was 165 pounds. End of grade 9, 185. End of high school - between 210-220. By weight shot up to about 250 while I was in my early twenties, and then rocketed above 300 when I started dating my husband. The I Love You Pounds were strong. I was 305 pounds on my wedding day. I was about 320 when I got pregnant with my daughter. I was ridiculously sick my entire pregnancy and lost 75 pounds. She was born, and I immediately started putting weight back on.

By 2011, I was bouncing between 340 and ‘scale does not weight any higher’, and I knew something needed to change. 

And so it started. I tried WW, and that was a colossal waste of my time. The leader was a jackass, and I lost a whopping 3 pounds in 16 weeks. When we sat down to figure out what was wrong (I was freely admitting there was a problem and it might be me), he looked at my tracking and told me I was a liar.

So I left. Because I wasn’t lying. One of my friends had amazing success with myfitnesspal, and I was due to upgrade my phone anyhow. Yes. I bought an iPhone entirely because I wanted MFP. Because I was sure that if WW didn’t work, there must be something metabolically wrong with me. I was going to track and print my tracking for the doctor to see what he could do. I started tracking and LO AND FUCKING BEHOLD, the weight started to come off.

It’s been the typical back and forth battle ever since. You win some, you lose some. Particularly because I battle depression and anxiety. Sometimes it’s just not in my skillset to avoid temptation and I slip back into old habits. Sometimes you wind up pregnant even though you’ve been assured by 3 different doctors than you are infertile. 

I’ve noticed though, over the last 4 years that the slips and slides have been less and less frequent. And I’ve maintained the same weight for a year now.

Yes, I have more to lose. And yes, I want to lose it. But I have maintained a 100 pound weight loss for a year. And I am never going back.

I always believed in my brains. I always believed in my sense of humour. Because I knew I was an imperfect package, so my interior needed to more than make up for the exterior.

But now I am starting to believe I have real value. Because my strength, determination and intelligence show on the outside package. I don’t need to hide. My body is not perfect. I’m going to be 40 in 3 weeks, it never will be perfect. But my body is a good body. A strong body. A capable body.

My body can run 10km and not drop dead. My body can complete a mud run and move easily the next day. My body can walk up a ridiculously steep hill and run down it and not seize up. My body can lift my son and carry him. My body can recover from surgery in less than a week (motherfucking wolverine).

It’s mine. It’s good. And I’m awesome. Most of the time.

Thanks, hustleformuscle, for challenging me/us/tumblr to do this. It was harder than I thought it would be, and it was so inspiring and worthwhile. <3

Okay! SO it was time to see something physical everyday for motivation. I decided to spend 4$ to make this cute DIY for motivation. 

So far since the START of my journey I’ve kept off 7 pounds… 

Each marble represents 1 pound. So, on the left there are another 61 marbles. This will get me to 165 pounds. That is an approximate goal, I have no idea how I will feel and look when I’m near that number. 

I am making a vision board tomorrow, and will share then. I think that one of the best ways to be accountable is to keep posting on here and blogging to stay motivated. I have a few key dates in July that I would love to be down a few more pounds. 

Could you imagine if I ever got to 199? Or maybe I should change that to…I can’t wait until I reach 199!

Stay motivated, stay positive and good god find yourself a good support system like I do. I would not be able to pick myself back up without the support of my friends and family. Back on weight watchers, and cannot wait to see what the scale will say next week!