Yes, I know I'm fat. I used to be 200+ pounds, plus I had the puffing, panting otherworldly breath of an overweight bitch. I know I'm fat, it's something I always look in the mirror at - my formerly obese loose skin rolls remind me of that - I can't get away from that knowledge, and I don't want to. (I have to lift them up to wash under them.)
Yeah, I know I have terrible eating habits. I know I have a block of havarti cheese and some shredded cheddar cheese in the fridge. I know I love pizza, cheese and good bread. I was a binge eater - it's hard for you to understand; I have the tendency to eat because I'm stressed or emotionally shit. I'm not bulemic because I didn't have the guts to do things like that. (Or the gag reflex to possibly do it...)
I exercise, and I can sprint up a staircase without puffing like I'm Jabba the Hutt on a bad day. My calves are firm with muscle, my shoulders too, and my back is firm.
You, dear roommates, starve yourself for days with a mixture of fruit, cabbage and then complain that you have no energy and no nothing else.
I know how it is, I tried everything in the diet world. I knew Weight Watchers by heart, I knew Atkins (I still love one protein bar that my local 7-11 stocks.), I got injected with vitamins and fat loss agents in an attempt to lose weight. I even tried the "banana" diet, the cabbage soup diet (oh my god, the resulting gas from that could clear the room), and even the grapefruit diet. The only thing that stuck was fucking exercise. I lift weights, and I jog. I know you women are terrified of looking like a bodybuilder, but it's impossible for most women to build muscle like that - you need steroids and a severe hormone imbalance to fuck up your system like that. I know diets don't work - hell I'm a living example of that...
So, roommates, can you not bitch about my eating habits? I'd pretend the last time you bitched about me eating a whole lot of cheese was just your brain running on empty!
Edit: My roommates aren't that big. One of them wears a size 8, and is my height - 5 foot nothing. (I wear a medium/large and I'm the same height...)
Yeah, I know I have terrible eating habits. I know I have a block of havarti cheese and some shredded cheddar cheese in the fridge. I know I love pizza, cheese and good bread. I was a binge eater - it's hard for you to understand; I have the tendency to eat because I'm stressed or emotionally shit. I'm not bulemic because I didn't have the guts to do things like that. (Or the gag reflex to possibly do it...)
I exercise, and I can sprint up a staircase without puffing like I'm Jabba the Hutt on a bad day. My calves are firm with muscle, my shoulders too, and my back is firm.
You, dear roommates, starve yourself for days with a mixture of fruit, cabbage and then complain that you have no energy and no nothing else.
I know how it is, I tried everything in the diet world. I knew Weight Watchers by heart, I knew Atkins (I still love one protein bar that my local 7-11 stocks.), I got injected with vitamins and fat loss agents in an attempt to lose weight. I even tried the "banana" diet, the cabbage soup diet (oh my god, the resulting gas from that could clear the room), and even the grapefruit diet. The only thing that stuck was fucking exercise. I lift weights, and I jog. I know you women are terrified of looking like a bodybuilder, but it's impossible for most women to build muscle like that - you need steroids and a severe hormone imbalance to fuck up your system like that. I know diets don't work - hell I'm a living example of that...
So, roommates, can you not bitch about my eating habits? I'd pretend the last time you bitched about me eating a whole lot of cheese was just your brain running on empty!
Edit: My roommates aren't that big. One of them wears a size 8, and is my height - 5 foot nothing. (I wear a medium/large and I'm the same height...)
