thirty two days

Day One Hundred and Thirty-Two

-Some days, I interact with less than amiable guests, and I feel that there can be only very little good in the world. Some days, I am reminded of just how small a baby’s hands are, and I know that the world is not all that bad.

-Due to a series of injuries from the manliest of stunts and certainly not my own inadequacy as a functional human being, my thumbs spent the better half of my shift wrapped up in bright blue bandages. Despite the hit to my dexterity and disadvantage on all thumb-based maneuvers, the bonus to flair `checks that I received made it overall worthwhile.

-For the duration of his mother’s purchase, a boy threw each bag into the cart the second that I set it down. When asked why he was slam dunking the groceries, he explained that he was attempting to compete with me and my speed. Usually, I like to know when I am being challenged, but in this case, I did not mind. I still effortlessly slaughtered this usurper without the slightest clue.

-I witnessed the same skeleton of an elderly man walk into the store four times; however, I never once saw him leave. I do hope he escapes his time loop soon, as I have to close tonight, and I would rather not lock in such a tortured soul.

-A woman made certain that I knew I was lucky to have the job that I did, as it was air conditioned, and I was not in a ditch. This truly changed my perspective on life. The thought that I was not working in a ditch had never once occurred to me. The thought that I was, in fact, working in a ditch had never occurred to me, either, but I suppose it is always best to be cognizant of this sort of thing.

-Over the past week or so, I have been handed a great number of bills with the message, “Where is George?” scrawled on them. I do not know what sort of conspiracy is afoot, but I do not wish to be the one to tell these passionate hunters that the man they seek cannot be found, as Washington has been dead for several years now.

-A crow in the parking lot stumbled across the mother lode of fallen popcorn. I am thrilled by his good fortune, and I deeply enjoyed watching this lucky boy living his best life.

Guess who just had a fucking heart attack when, at midnight on a moonless night with a flashlight that barely fucking works and functionally zero street lighting whatsoever, she realized the a/c guy forgot to close the yard gate ONLY AFTER MINA HAD ALREADY SILENTLY DISAPPEARED THROUGH IT.

Jesus wept am I glad I’ve done some work with her being off-leash in our driveway and kept up her understanding of basic commands. Including “come”, which I have never had to use in an “emergency” GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW situation (but delivered in a calm, friendly voice despite my rising panic, go me). Fuck though, worked like a charm as she bounded over with tail wagging and a complete lack of regard for the adrenaline coursing through my veins.




(gif credit: @coporolight )

                   Old Dog, New Tricks: First Installment

                                                  Part One

                                                  Part Two

                                                  Part Three

                                                 Part Four

                                                 Part Five

                                                  Part Six


Bucky Barnes was someone you never thought that could lead you to danger after your sex filled summer - it led to only that. After months of playing between the sheets, you were suddenly in the line of work you never expected to be - part of the Avengers. With the help of the team, you learn to transform into something else. Someone else.

Word Count: 2,470

Notes: Cursing, Angst, Some fluff.

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The Arrangement: Part 5

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 5

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  2971

Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, sexual content, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

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Me gusto más cuando estoy contigo.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K challenge.

Just two douchebags confessing their feelings to each other.

Based on the prompt: “It makes me smile that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

Warnings: Fluff, for a change. Maybe a pinch of humor.

Words: 4482

A/N: Sooo today is my birthday and I just officially came back (partially, I still have to do some exams the following weeks) so I wanted to write some floof to celebrate. Enjoy!

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

“Are you in love with me yet?” Your serene voice broke the silence that wrapped around you, head resting on the back of your hand as you saw how your breathing dishevelled a few locks from Bucky’s face. Although he sighed exasperatedly, you could see how he lifted the corner of his lips discreetly. And, just like yours, his tone came out soothing, with such softness almost incompatible with that imposing, statuesque frame of his.

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loving him, loving her. (m) | 01

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre/Warnings : Smut, Angst  /  languagementions of cheating

Word Count: 10,062

Description: When the feelings that you’ve always had for your friend Taehyung lead you down an unsteady path, you end up getting stuck. It’s an endless cycle of leaving her for you, and you for her, but there’s only one of you that he truly loves—and unfortunately you know you can’t make him say your name, when all he knows is hers.

A/N: inspiration comes from the song her (loving you). also this is the full length scenario of a drabble (here), that i wrote a couple of months ago

You sensed the emptiness before you even opened your eyes, but it didn’t make the ache in your chest feel any less painful when you saw the vacant space next to you, where his body used to lay. You reached out, running your hand along the rumpled sheets, it was cool to the touch, meaning he’d been gone for a while.

It looks like they made up again.

You weren’t sure how long you stared at the empty space on the bed, a million questions running through your mind. Did he hesitate when he climbed out of the sheets this time, silently slipping his clothes back on, as he left you alone, again

You rolled to your back, staring up at the ceiling, the want to sleep completely dissipating from you. Your mind was instead occupied with the memories of tonight. Swollen lips, clashing teeth, fingernails on skin, heavy breathing, lust-filled stares from him, and love-infected gazes from you. The thoughts make your heart race, and you can almost perfectly remember the feeling of his breath on your skin and his voice in your ear. 

But now you were left with nothing.

No person to cuddle with when the night got too cold, no person to wake up to when morning finally came, no person at all.

No Taehyung at all.

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The first time he heard his given fall from her lips had been in the middle of a bloody fight with the Galra on a planet they were attempting to liberate. A desperate Galra soldier had thrown some sort of grenade, and Pidge had boldly shoved Lance and Keith out of the way and into a narrow passage. The bulk of her small body had managed to fit into the veritable crack in the wall, but her leg had been skewered by shrapnel and a larger piece of what looked like rebar. She’d shouted in pain and collapsed against Keith, unable to pull her leg into the crevice in the wall.

Shiro skidded around the corner with Hunk hot on his heels, saw the blood pooled around her thigh, saw the look of intense, tightly controlled concentration on Lance’s face and the barely tethered panic on Keith’s. Nearly a foot of metal stuck out from the back of her thigh, having pierced her armour and the black flight suit beneath it. Another two feet of it protruded from the front of her leg as she held her leg aloft, leaning heavily on Keith, refusing to put any weight on it. The pain must have been excruciating. 

“Shiro, light that arm of yours up and cut off the excess metal,” she grit out, eyes narrowed to slits through the pain. Shiro’s eyes widened. He’d been thinking the same thing, but hadn’t expected her to throw it out there immediately. Or maybe he should have - Pidge was ruthlessly efficient. He didn’t bother asking if she was sure. Of course she was, and they had precious little time to waste before another squad of sentries found them. 

“Hold her, Keith,” Shiro ordered, kneeling down. Keith wrapped his arms around Pidge’s middle and sunk down to the floor with her, pulling her against his chest and holding firm. He tilted her onto her side so that the metal wouldn’t scrape against the floor. Lance knelt down too, putting his hands on her hips and holding them steady. Pidge nodded shortly. 

Lighting up the Galra arm, he lowered it to the metal and pressed against it. Pidge made a noise that might have been a scream, but it aborted in her throat and she bit into her lip, drawing blood. She turned and buried her face into Keith’s armoured chest, breathing shallowly and heavily.

The largest chunk of metal fell off, and Lance rotated her hips so that the back of her leg was exposed and Shiro could remove the other part of the metal. As he made the final cut, he heard Pidge whimper just a little and felt his heart constrict. It didn’t take long before that last piece fell off as well; only about an inch of metal on either side of her thigh stuck out now. Even with adrenaline coursing through her veins, she wouldn’t be able to put any weight on that leg. 

“Hunk, Lance, you’re going to need to cover our exit. Keith, get me a path to Black,” Shiro said, his voice commanding and assured. He very carefully lifted Pidge in his arms, wincing slightly as she cried out when the metal was jostled. She weakly slung an arm around his broad shoulders.

“Giddy up, chief,” she croaked. Her face was pale and sweaty, but she cracked a lopsided grin at him anyway. Shiro stared down at her in disbelief, then shook his head with a grim smirk. 

Keith cut through the sentries they encountered swiftly and Shiro followed closely, tucking Pidge against his chest as best he could. Keith beheaded a sentry and shards of metal and oil went flying toward them; Shiro curled down against her, his own head, neck, and shoulders covering her face and shielding her. 

“Takashi,” she murmured in his ear. He glanced at her sharply; he could have sworn that she’d passed out, but his given name definitely left her lips. Her eyes blinked open, rolling heavily and then drooping shut again. Delirious, then. He cradled her against his chest and followed after Keith. The lions were close, he could hear Black rumbling her displeasure. In the far reaches of his mind, Green was roaring in fury.

The second time she spoke his name came after a month long imprisonment on a hostile planet. The people of the planet were loosely loyal to the Galra, though they’d said their favour could be won if the noble, humble leader of Voltron acquiesced to their demands. They needed the support of these aliena - they were a race of famed warriors, their skills in battle unmatched throughout the universe. They’d never fought for the Galra, but they might be convinced to fight against them for the right price.

That price being the imprisonment of Shiro. 

It hadn’t been an easy feat to get his teammates to agree to the terms, Pidge and Keith being especially vocal and belligerent. In the end, Allura spoke in reluctant defense of the plan. They wouldn’t harm him fatally or permanently, nor would he be used for sexual activities. 

They used him as a lab rat, a punching bag, and as a living training dummy for thirty-two days. They were warriors and, apparently, sociopaths.

His time in the arena had been worse, but this wasn’t a walk in the park, either. He dissociated for a month. Probably not healthy, but it kept him sane.

As soon as he was back on the castleship and the alliance was struck, Allura wormhole’d them a safe distance away and orbited a friendly planet, calling for a week long break that Shiro appreciated immensely. Adjusting to life on the ship again after walling himself away so intensely wasn’t an easy thing. His panic attacks came more frequently, the night terrors had worsened, and he felt very strung out. 

Pidge found him on his sixth night back, pacing in the library, three books he hadn’t been able to focus on spread open on the couch. 

“I’m going to touch you now,” she murmured quietly. He nodded, and her small hand came to rest on his bicep, just above the metal of his arm. She stepped closer to him, her hand slipping from his arm to his waist. Her other hand circled his other side and then her arms were around him and her body was pressed against his chest. He wrapped trembling arms around her small frame, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts against her wild hair. 

“I will choke you with my legs if you ever do something like that again, Takashi,” she said softly. Shiro snorted in sudden laughter, his arms tightening around her compulsively. She snuggled her face into his chest, and he knew she was smirking like a cat. 

“I can think of worse ways to die,” he muttered lowly, savouring the way she froze against him and pinched his sides. 


A moment passed.




A huff of frustration from her. Her hips wriggled against his mouth. 

“Please?” she asked, more curious than desperate. That wouldn’t do. He brushed his tongue so lightly across her sex, barely enough to let her feel the heat of it. Pidge whined, hips grinding down in a slow circle. He backed off and bit at the soft flesh of her inner thigh, right next to a pink scar. 

Takashi,” she groaned. Shiro grinned into her cunt, amused by how quickly she threw in the dice. 

“So impatient, Katie,” he purred. 

That night, she spoke and screamed and sighed his name for the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh…


Fate (Bucky x Reader)


Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Female), Steve x Peggy makes a brief cameo

Prompt: Soulmate AU where a timer on your wrist counts down until the moment you meet your soulmate, then underneath appears the date and time that you met your soulmate and the initials of your soulmate written in their handwriting.

Summary: It didn’t matter to Bucky that his timer was extremely long, or that it wasn’t on his left wrist like everyone else’s. No, he just lived his life to the fullest as per the words of his father. A soulmate didn’t matter to Bucky. Until it did. Until a big buff Steve rescued him from the HYRDA base and he saw how happy they were together, Steve and his soulmate Peggy. Until he fell off that train and he realized, that he wouldn’t live to see his own soulmate. Then he regained his memories and realized that he didn’t deserve a soulmate. But then he found her.

Word Count: 2286

Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this, well I just swore but that doesn’t count, I don’t think there’s any warnings, maybe some sad Bucky and a bit angsty. If you see anything that you think is a trigger or warning, please let me know.


Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. Marvel belongs to Disney blah blah legal stuff, don’t sue me I’m poor.

Disclaimer No. 2: I know that a lot of people have written Soulmate AUs about Marvel characters and the timer seems to be the most popular one, this has been sitting in my docs for months on end and I just cleaned it up a bit. But I have read a couple stories about the timer so if you do see anything familiar to something you wrote here chances are that I’ve read your story and somehow remembered little details and wrote them in. If this is the case and you aren’t comfortable with it just message me or send an ask OFF anon and we’ll work it out.

A/N: OMG I’m alive! My first Bucky x Reader fic I’m screaming internally I have my laptop (YAY!) and I’m spending the night at my grandma’s place so I have WiFi (double yay!) and I found this sitting in Docs from like, way back when i don’t even remember and I haven’t written anything soooooo long, so I cleaned it up and I thought why not? Feedback is always welcomed, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a command, you tell me what you think! jk. On with the story!

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

When he’s in fourth grade the word ‘soulmate’ is one of the questions his teacher asks the class if they know the meaning of. Bucky does, but still he copies down the statement written on the board.

Soulmates – People that the universe destined to be together.

There’s a box on the underneath, for him to draw a picture that represents the word. The girl and the boy in front of him try their best to draw pictures of themselves, writing their names underneath, their timers having stopped two weeks after the start of the initial school year when the girl transferred into their class. Bucky draws the best stick figure of himself, holding hands with another mystery figure, a question mark in the place of their head.

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take this burden - part 30

[ let me go - cake ]

(seriously. please listen to the song even if you normally don’t)


The main things The Wolf prided itself on was the music and the drinks.

Considering those are the main components of nightlife, it has to stand out. 

A few times a month they had themed nights.

From 60s/70s/80s/90s to jazz, electronica, heavy metal, country, rock, alternative, rap, pop, you name it.

For the most part, Mark and Julio had free reign.

Mark had the unique talent of reading the room and could get anyone from a bachelorette party to a group of office workers winding down from a long day on the dance floor or, at the very least, nodding their head to the music.

Two years ago, with He Tian’s enthusiastic support and generous backing, started his own company.

He’d offered to stay on at the club part-time, but He Tian turned him down, choosing to pay out the ass to bring him in at his going rate a few times a week.

Mark had taken it upon himself to train Julio in whatever dark arts he must practice, so they were never without a remarkably talented dj.

A ridiculous inside joke had given each staff member and several regulars personal theme songs they’d play when they entered the building, providing it wasn’t too busy.

Jane had been given full control of the bar in the same way. She’d taken the idea and made them each a personalized drink and endless supply of unique drinks based on movies and tv shows.

His first hires had been Mark, Jane, and Annie.(who had gone on to open one of the most popular underground dance clubs in the city, again with the support and assistance of He Tian.)

They’d managed to build something unique and beautiful and he’d compensated them all very well from the beginning.

Which wasn’t necessarily a good business move.

Without Julio’s green thumb they would have shut down in a month.

He didn’t like to talk their success because he hated people that went around flaunting that shit, but he’d poured his heart and soul into those two thousand square feet.

After three years, even a slow night brought in plenty for all of them to pay rent every month.

Given the chance, he loved to talk about it. 

They all did.

The only story he didn’t happily tell was Jane’s.


He’d met her at a strip club during a friend’s bachelor party.

She was, by far, one of the most beautiful people He Tian had ever seen.

What really got him was her attitude towards it all.

He’d been to many, many, strip clubs in his life- it comes with the territory- and figured, at 26, he’d seen it all.

In the end, what got him wasn’t her beauty.

She was one of four girls on stage.

Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair stuck to her shoulders and chest.

There was nothing bored or forced about her performance.

She moved to the music, nothing half-assed or repetitive about it, more than once using the pole in front of her as an air guitar or microphone.

She wore a pair of lacy, bright pink, panties. 

She danced barefoot, a huge smile on her face.

To his astonishment, she had no audience.  

He moved away from his friends and gestured for her to come over when the song ended.

She’d walked to him shyly, looking at the ground and led him to one of the rooms in the back.

He sat back in the seat as she straddled his lap.

‘Be still, please.’

She’d frozen.

‘Excuse me?’

‘I don’t want a lap dance.’ He’d explained.

‘Sir, I think you might be confused-’

‘I’m not. Hear me out.’

She placed her hands on his shoulders, sitting back on thighs.

‘I’m listening.’

‘I’m opening a club…’

He paused at the disgusted look on her face.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I’m not a fucking prostitute!’


‘No, no, no that is NOT what I’m trying to say.’

She leaned back further, crossing her arms across her chest.

He reached for his jacket where he’d sat it down next to him, holding it up and slowly wrapping it around her shoulders.

Skeptically, she pushed her arms through the sleeves.

‘What’s your name?’ He asked softly.


‘You can get off, Jane. I don’t want a lap dance.’

Slowly, she slid off his him, looking down at his lap, both surprised and relieved at his lack of erection.

She plopped down on the booth next to him.

‘What kind of club?’ she asked.

‘Just your average club, I suppose. Drinks, music, the usual.’

‘Right… so why me? There are four gorgeous girls out there that-’

He Tian shook his head.

‘I want you.’

‘But why?’ She pressed.

He smiled.

‘Are you happy here, Jane?’

‘Yes.’ She answered immediately.

He Tian raised his eyebrows.

‘Maybe not.’ She conceded.

Popular opinion seems to be that dancers all hate their lives and do it out of desperation, but He Tian had met many men and women talented, proud, and happy with their chosen profession. 

Hell, he’d met more happy dancers than most other professions. 

But, like literally everything, it wasn’t for everyone. 

‘I need someone to help me.’ He told her.

‘I don’t know anything about clubs, dude.’

‘I can teach you.’

‘Tell me why.’ she demanded.

He Tian searched for the right words to say as she wrapped herself in his favorite sweatshirt.

‘Honestly, I’m not entirely sure.’

She stared at him dubiously.

He had nothing else to say.

‘What would I be doing at this club?’

‘I need a bartender.’

‘I’ve never done that before.’

‘I can teach you.’

‘Just tell me why!’ She was getting frustrated.

‘You just used the pole as an air guitar.’

‘Is that part of the interviewing process?’

‘It is now.’

She suppressed a smile.

‘How much do you make right now?’ he asked.

‘Seven bucks an hour. Plus tips.’

‘I’ll pay you twelve plus any tips you make. That’s all I can afford right now.’

She tried to hide her shock.

‘Is that what you pay all your employees?’

‘I don’t have any employees yet.’

‘How do I know I can trust you?’

‘You don’t.’

Jane played with the zipper on the sweatshirt.

‘I’ll think about it.’

He Tian stood, pulling his wallet from his pocket, writing his phone number on the back of a receipt and handing her all the cash in his wallet.

She accepted the cash and paper, standing to remove the jacket.

‘Keep it. It looks  much better on you.’

He Tian smiled, leaving her alone in the small room.


Three days later, she slept on He Tian’s couch.


One week later she used a paint roller as a microphone as he painted the walls black.


Two weeks later she helped pick out the bar stools and tables.


Three weeks later she stocked the newly installed bar as He Tian used an unopened bottle of vodka to serenade her.


One month later she sat his friends at the bar and made them sample drinks.


Thirty-two days later they stood hand in hand as a line formed for their grand opening.


Thirty-eight days later, she stood behind the bar, serving drinks as He Tian watched with a smile.


Forty-six days later, He Tian gently turned down her advances and she deeply upset him by accusing him of being racist.

Seventy-three days later He Tian watched a charming young man ask her on a date.

Ninety-seven days later she came to work with a black eye.

Ninety-eight days later she cleaned aforementioned young man’s blood off his knuckles and provided him with an alibi.

One hundred and forty days later she was thrown a surprise birthday party complete with bright blue, fruity cocktails He Tian had designed just for her.

‘Janie’ is still a drink you can order at The Wolf.

Three hundred and sixty-five days later, they celebrated their first year with the unveiling of a covered, heated, patio.

Four hundred and eighty-seven later, He Tian handed her the keys to her first car after giving a speech about he couldn’t have dreamed of getting this far without her.

Eight hundred and sixty-three days later she caught the first glimpse of genuine sadness she’d seen on his face as his two best friends enjoyed the enormous party celebrating their tenth anniversary.

One thousand, two hundred, and twenty-eight days later, he disappeared with nothing but a text.

‘J, hold down the fort, I’ll be back soon.’

One thousand, two hundred, and thirty-five days later, she stood in front of the person who had finally gotten under his skin and smiled.

60 Day Weight Loss Challenge

Going to be doing this because why not?

Day one: How tall are you, what do you currently weigh, and what do you hope to weigh after the 60 days? (Be realistic).
Day two: What is your MAIN reason for wanting to lose weight? (Be honest.)
Day three: Do you count calories? What is your daily calorie goal/allowance?
Day four: Do you work out? How many times a week?
Day five: Is there any specific event you want to lose the weight for?
Day six: Have you ever been overweight or underweight?
Day seven: Do your friends and family know you are trying to lose weight?

Week Two!
Weekly challenge: Get organised! Try to plan tomorrow’s meal the night before.

Day eight: Name 5 things you like about your body (you can do it) and the one body part you’d like to change the most.
Day nine: What is your favourite food, healthy or unhealthy.
Day ten: Do you eat breakfast? What do you usually have?
Day eleven: What are your family’s eating habits like?
Day twelve: What are your friend’s eating habits like?
Day thirteen: Is your diet ever negatively influenced by your friends? Do they pressure/tempt you to eat unhealthy food?
Day fourteen: Do you ever allow yourself a “rest day” from exercise or a “cheat day” from your diet?

Week three!
Weekly challenge: Add an extra 30 minutes to each work out this week, or if you weren’t going to work out at all one day, work out for 30 minutes!

Day fifteen: What is your favourite kind of exercise?
Day sixteen: Have you ever missed a work out just because you couldn’t be bothered?
Day seventeen: Have you ever been called fat? Or skinny?
Day eighteen: Do you have to eat any meals with your family? Are they for or against your diet?
Day nineteen: Have you ever lied to avoid eating something?
Day twenty: Do you binge? How often and what triggers it?
Day twenty-one: Do you listen to music when you work out?

Week four!
Weekly challenge: Switch up your diet. Try one fruit and one vegetable you’ve never tried before, and learn how to cook a new healthy meal.

Day twenty-two: Are you generally smaller or larger than your friends?
Day twenty-three: Do you feel that your weight holds you back socially?
Day twenty-four: Is losing weight one of your top priorities in life?
Day twenty-five: Do you ever eat fast food?
Day twenty-six: Do you drink alcohol? What do you generally drink?
Day twenty-seven: Does shark week make you hungrier than usual, and do you allow yourself to eat more at this time of the month?
Day twenty-eight: Are there any foods or drinks that you have completely banned yourself from consuming, or do you believe in everything in moderation?

Week five!
Weekly challenge: Go and buy yourself a nice item of clothing one size too small, hang it somewhere visible. Think about how good it will feel when you can fit it!

Day twenty-nine: What is your current weight? Have you lost, gained, or maintained your weight since day one?
Day thirty: Do you have rewards for reaching goal weight? What are they?
Day thirty-one: What are your favourite healthy snacks?
Day thirty-two: What is your weakness/one food you just can’t say no to?
Day thirty-three: Will you continue to count calories once you reach your ultimate goal weight?
Day thirty-four: Will you continue with the same exercise routine once you reach your ultimate goal weight?
Day thirty-five: Do you mainly do cardio, strength training, or both?

Week six!
Weekly challenge: Focus on one area of your body (eg. Arms/abs) and work hard on it every day of the week, I bet you’ll see a difference after 7 days!

Day thirty-six: What’s one item of clothing you’d like to wear after losing weight?
Day thirty-seven: What do you wear when you go swimming/to the beach?
Day thirty-eight: What do you generally order if you have to eat out at a restaurant?
Day thirty-nine: What has been the hardest thing you’ve had to give up?
Day forty: Have you gained weight at any point of your journey? How did this effect you?
Day forty-one: Do you drink tea or coffee?
Day forty-two: What is the meaning of life? Just kidding. If you feel happy with the way your body looks before you reach your ultimate goal weight, will you continue to try and lose weight, or will you aim to maintain?

Week 7!
Weekly challenge: Aim to have a completely “clean food” week, avoid all processed food!

Day forty-three: Apart from weight loss, have you noticed any other benefits from your healthy diet?
Day forty-four: Do you drink green tea? (If you don’t you should. Seriously.)
Day forty-five: Who is your main inspiration to lose weight? Not a celebrity, someone from real life.
Day forty-six: Do you have a favourite motivational quote?
Day forty-seven: Have you ever come close to giving up? What made you change your mind?
Day forty-eight: Did you start losing weight before making your blog?
Day forty-nine: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done in an attempt to lose weight?

Week 8!
Weekly challenge: Treat yourself. You’ve come so far already! Even if you haven’t lost any weight, you deserve to treat yourself for not giving up. Paint your nails, go shopping, go to a movie, get your hair done, anything that makes you feel good about yourself!

Day fifty: What’s the most calories you’ve consumed in one day? Why?
Day fifty-one: What’s the least calories you’ve consumed in one day? Why?
Day fifty-three: What’s something you’ve done to make yourself proud?
Day fifty-four: Can you see any noticeable changes in your body?
Day fifty-five: Do you believe this is a lifestyle change, and you will be able to continue with a healthy, active lifestyle for the rest of your life?
Day fifty-six: What have you enjoyed most about your weight loss journey?
Day fifty-seven: What is your current weight? Have you lost any weight since day one?