“At least I don’t have a big penis nose.”
Total fat hysteria time. I woke up this morning at the weight I was the last time I had to take a good hard look in the mirror and admit I was seriously out of control. I want to freak out and scream and bat the fat off like a plague of cellulite. I kinda feel like I can’t breathe and I want to say hurtful things to myself about what an awful partner I am to arrrt arrrrrt around the house like an elephant seal in lobster jammy pants. NO WONDER he is playing video games on his phone until it’s shower and read a book time. In a dedicated panic, I bought two large bags of lemons and swore that I would starve and do P90X at the same time. blahhhhaaahahaha………fatness even makes my hair look dumb.