Perhaps I’m a little too irritable to start an audiobook about the connection between obesity and clutter…
Also, I swear it’s a joke — I know we already have QUITE enough bloated, size-queeny, too-fat-to-function patriotism.
Oh, OK, cool, ‘cause my fat ass needed to save some money not shopping your bullshit, anyway, you word-misusing jagoff fuckface. (Even putting aside this topic, dude sounds like a complete tool.)
Finally remembered to weigh myself “first thing in the morning after I pee but before I drink anything, because that’s my TRUE weight,” and…FUCK, now I gotta jump out the window.
It’s fine. Now I have my baseline to try to LOSE some weight. My fat, fat baseline… 🙄
Anxious American woman thoughts:
Am I fat ENOUGH to do fat yoga?
Will fatter women judge me?
Am I an asshole for even wondering?
Oh, hey… Kiss my dick, Amazon.
Yesterday I wore skinny pants, except I’m NOT skinny, and then I had Chinese food, and then I got puffy, aaand now I have this…fat-rash above my belly button where my tummy was trying to escape my belt.
Honestly, I don’t even know how y’all deal with how sexy I am.
I feel attacked by my mail today.
The dance instructor “YEAH”ed my ass maneuvering, so, fat be damned, I’ll take that as progress.