Soooo I think I’ve gained about approx. 1 million lbs since I’ve been back in Atlanta. Why? Because I’m stressed. Stressed about finding a job, stressed about getting into school, stressed about money, stressed about a car, stressed about my FAMILY, wait no FAMILY, just stressed. When I was in Nash, I ate out some but for the most part I cooked-I’m a little in love with fruits and vegetables, and latin food which is protein heavy not very breaded, and grilled most importantly…and honestly I drank most of my calories. Here? I don’t buy my own food, my fruits get gone before I can touch them, and since I have no one to casually drink with I find myself snacking more…not so good. Like, its not cute.
Today I walked in, Her upstairs says “Ohh are you gaining weight?” I say,…well nothing because I was eating a brownie. Then I rolled my eyes because she is always one talking about weight and quite frankly her obsession with it drives me effing ape shit bananas crazy ((best most on-the-money words)). So then she says “you’re gonna be a diabetic,” to which I respond, “We’re all gonna die sometime,” and she says, “Yeah but you are gonna have to suffer first,” and I thought, Shit I eat because you stress me the fuck out! *ding* Lightbulb…I neeeeeeever ate this kind of crap living alone (as I have for the last 5 years). All the more reason to get out…
Here’s why I prefer to drink my calories,
- no chewing necessary
- you never have to share
- 2 drinks makes you so much happier than 1 entre
- if you need to drop a few lbs, its easier to quit drinking alcohol than give up ice cream.
I’m just saying… I gotta get in the gym…and outta this house. IS IT AUGUST YET?!? I mean, honestly…..
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