FattyFatty2X4

My hobby lately is eating, feeling full, regretting it, hating it, and then scrolling through tumblr and hating MYSELF. What a great use of my time.

If I’m anxious about my weight, I’m not anxious about anything else. Which is a… good thing? I guess?

I try not to freak out after eating something yummy when I’m hungry but I still get anxious when I’m full, or when I enjoyed what I ate.. I feel instant regret.

How is it possible to lose 10 pounds and your clothes are STILL tight?? Where did those 10 pounds come from, my fucking brain?? Because that’s what it feels like.

I Ate Too Much Too Fast And Now My Stomach Hurts: A 3-part Docuseries written and directed by Me

I am NOT spending another summer this fat, absolutely not. I HATE how my thighs stick together, I HATE feeling like I am suffocating in my clothes, I HATE how fucking sweaty I am all the time. FUCK ME.

If I have to spend ONE MORE SUMMER with my thighs RUBBING TOGETHER- I am burning this mf to the ground.

Why do I fail within hours of saying THIS TIME will be different….

I Ate Too Much Today: An Autobiography by Me

Note to self: no snacks. Why snacks. You don’t need snacks. Just push through.

Is it too much to ask for my calves to fit into REGULAR SIZE BOOTS?!

Honestly, obsessing over food and my weight helps me NOT obsess/get anxious over anything else - like, did I sound like an idiot earlier? Did I say the wrong thing? Was that the wrong choice? Who cares? I LOST/GAINED A POUND, better think about that all night instead. Problem. Solved. #mic drop #trips over mic #thumbs up