The other day my friend made a side-by-side photo of her face on the day she started working out, and her face a few weeks after, and you can really see a difference — she’s lost weight and she’s glowier (totally a word).
I just did the same photo, and…welp, now I’m just gonna eat a whole pizza for breakfast because fuck this fruit bullshit, I look EXACTLY the same. My body is disloyal and this is just what I weigh. Maybe I’ll be a fat activist. Maybe I’ll just gain MORE weight and get my own reality show. I’m probably funnier than most of the people on My 600-Pound Life.
I quit. Send snacks.
Thank you for attending my tantrum.
Smug Singleton 
Diary of a Fat Activist does sound like quite the compelling memoir though…
Fativism. It’s gonna be a thing. *nod*
Let the revolution begin