waddling closer to obesity.
i just finished eating what feels like a pound and a half of steak. I had gotten off the computer where i had been clicking mindlessly through pages and pages of Vice "do's and dont's" to go downstairs and have a little snack. see, i got up at 10:30, and have already eaten a two egg-two cheese omlette and a large bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. so not eating lunch yet. its just a snack.
well, i see the steak leftovers from last night sitting in the fridge, and suddenly i am microwaving a cereal bowl full of meat and potatoes. in the middle of microwaving i realize my error, remove the bowl, slap a good 2 tablespoons of butter on top, and return to fake heat. i then sit down and eat my pile of protein in what had to be 3 minutes flat. Add this incident (fuck, add the whole day) to the problem of having a boyfriend who likes to cook me delicious food smothered in truffle oil and consisting of multiple sorts of baby animal, and you may see the problem. Even a chef boyfriend who loves that i love to eat wont think lydia plus 20 extra pounds of butterfat is "the most beautiful woman (he's) ever seen."
solution: smoke more, eat less.
and i'm switching from beer to vodka.
well, i see the steak leftovers from last night sitting in the fridge, and suddenly i am microwaving a cereal bowl full of meat and potatoes. in the middle of microwaving i realize my error, remove the bowl, slap a good 2 tablespoons of butter on top, and return to fake heat. i then sit down and eat my pile of protein in what had to be 3 minutes flat. Add this incident (fuck, add the whole day) to the problem of having a boyfriend who likes to cook me delicious food smothered in truffle oil and consisting of multiple sorts of baby animal, and you may see the problem. Even a chef boyfriend who loves that i love to eat wont think lydia plus 20 extra pounds of butterfat is "the most beautiful woman (he's) ever seen."
solution: smoke more, eat less.
and i'm switching from beer to vodka.