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Anonymous
The only way I could get myself to put down the fork was to really, truly loathe myself. Every time the craving for nourishing, greasy food hits me I think about how much I hate my disgusting, bloated Amerikkkan body, the belt tightens and life goes on. I know it's not healthy, I know I'm mind-fucking myself, but damned if it doesn't work. Eight months and counting from the start of my weight loss regimen and I've lost 105lb and just hit 22 BMI. I remind myself of that faggot from Dodgeball, the pizza-humping scene is pretty much me in a nutshell. In twenty years the backlash from all this intense self-hatred will probably cockslap me.
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