Run run run....omg this is alot of fat to carry around! Pant pant pant... fall down. Walk walk walk..run ..ok I can do this and not die! I am grateful for the ducks I get to stop and watch them and catch my breath. Run run run..pit bull, savage, and gaga blasting in my ears...my 42 long boobs are swingin in the wind..my knees may be a little sore tomorrow from one boob at a time slappin them but I dont show them much. New game: boob pong while running..awesome :) When I get home after that first run I feel like I did the right thing. I had already decided to stop eating shit, its january 2014 my migraines are taking over my life and my dad had a heartattack back in November. My thoughts were ..if he walks everyday eats pretty good and can still almost die..im in trouble. On a daily basis what goes in my mouth is ridiculous! Cereal (cardboard and sugar) milk, doughnuts, baby cokes (6 a day) candy candy candy and cake. A twizzlers was permanently attached to my hand. Mexican (mexico for lunch is what I call it) vanilla coffee drinks that I call MOCHAS was attached to the other hand. Im snoopy dancin friend I think life is good :0 So I look at myself after seein a picture from a midnight movie date to see THOR 2 with k'lee apple HOW IN THE FUCK DO I NOT KNOW HOW FAT I AM!! expensive clothes do not cover this up!! Talk about floating down a bullshit river! So I text my bestfriend... Lets take pictures of our bodies that only we can see, weigh, then measure ourselves. Lets finally do this and stop pissin n moanin. Reality throws me onto the bank and out of the bullshit river. Im fat..not chuncky. Not overweight. FAT FAT FAT. this is not cute friends. Not cute. :/ so everyday I'm gonna move this tub of lard and stop sitting in front of the tv with all my feelings and everyones problems on my plate.(which fits on my belly like a tv tray)hey bitch.. YOUR FAT..GO RUN!! and thats just what I did..run
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