i will fit these clothes someday…
but for now.. i am extremely disgusting
been eating like a pig for a week.
feel pretty good today.
did some aerobics, crunches, squats, stairs, weights…
strawberries for lunch yo
4 eggo waffles butter and syrup for breakfast.
I ate hella pizza yesterday.
I’m going to Popeyes right now.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT ALL
thats how i feel this weekend.
I hate myself.
Everyday i think why have i made myself this fat.. i can never stick to a diet… i may say i’m not bothered about my weight but i am… i comfort eat all the time.. i really shouldn’t…
I Drink alot and Eat alot.. it makes me think… have i got something wrong with me… do i have some sort of…
— me too. sad life.
Seeing fat people eating unhealthy food makes me both happy, and sad. Happy because with each greasy mouthful of sugar, carbs and fat they consume, they inch closer to clogging up their body’s and dying. Sad because until that magical moment of long term suicide their health issues will force them to use tax payers money and strain the public health system.
and that his friend Richard noticed I was fatter then I usually am, and they are worried I might get diabetes. I know I’m fat but I’m not that fat. So basically what needs to happen is I need to stop giving into shitty food because I feel sad.
Im such a fucking child like that, Im still fucking…
Oooooo weeeeee just look at them!!!