If my dog weren’t the size of a small Grizzly bear, I’m confident that she would do the same
That moment when…
Your guy friend non-jokingly calls your previous self fat or at least chubby, [without even implying that you’ve improved] and insists that you agree with him & you want to kick him in the balls half a dozen times with the 10 pounds of muscle you’ve gained from 3 weeks of Insanity then sprint away because you’re much too fit for him to catch you.
Fuck you Cabe. I’m amazing. And you’re a giant bag of douche.
I’m just sad & I’m going to bitch about it.
And starving, and lonely, and in desperate need of some superficial sustenance to fill this new void.
A cookie…or 5
A cheese pizza and cheese sticks…..and a bottle of Moscato….
And homemade popcorn and to be out of this dreadful, hell-hole of a Math class I’m in for the next 7.5 weeks of my life.
I’m sure tomorrow will be better, but today wasn’t my day.
F. this. diet. I want macaroni and cheese.
Bloody hell, what is this mood…
