My bitchiness and well deserved entitlement to demand food is in full effect for this 3 day weekend. I deserve to feel entitled and demand more food than my body and belly can handle. I’m a full blown food addict determined to be WELL into the 400’s by 30 years old. I can’t stop thinking about how many medications I will be prescribed simply because of how obese and sedentary I am. My goal of diabetes and severe heart disease and blood pressure issues is something I think about regularly. I can’t wait for my next physical and seeing my doctors jaw drop when he sees I’ve gained over 100lbs in a year and to tell him I am not changing my lifestyle. I only aim to become fatter and more unhealthy. With my bf sitting in the room I’m excited to admit that we prefer fat sex and the contrast between us. He loves slowly becoming my caretaker as I struggle with every single thing in daily life.
That being said we’ve decided that I am to be under 50 steps a day for the whole weekend and on a strict diet of take out, snack cakes, and soda while pushing myself past my limits and being in pain and enjoying the cycle of over eating, naps, (maybe sex) but probably not because I don’t have the energy or need with all of this junk food in front of me hehehe.
To my big girlies out there. Who can relate? Sex becomes less important when you are so big it’s such a physical chore, that eating is your main concern for the simple fact you don’t have to move or struggle and gasp for breath?
