hey
yeah, i know it's been awhile, but guess what? i want BREAD. i want PASTA. i want anything that - apparently - you are supposed to enjoy in moderation. FUCK moderation. FUCK restraint. FUCK ME. because i have to accept these things and i am FRIGGIN STARVING.
it's a trip and a half to be the "chubby bride". why? because i always grew up the "skinny one" - in grammar and high school and then in college...i was "skinny" - yet i never really thought so then.
the truth is, even with my workouts and diet plan, i am fat. for whatever reason (hell, i know why) i got just about obese between the years of 2003-2006 and have never fully recovered.
it started because of panic disorder. i wanted to be "calm" and "normal" but the necessary pill made me bloated and yet strangly in control.
more to come...
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ella! you're still out there!
i am! fucking feed me.
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