Fatty! Fatty Fat Fatty Fat McFatty Fat Pants!
I have to write this shit down. It's been bothering me for a while now.
I'm fat. My measurements are as followed.
34C (The walmart bra doesn't fit well though, so I may be anywhere between a 34C to a 34D to a 36C or D) I love my bewbs! I love 'em.
GUT! I haven't even dared put a number on it. (Last I checked, it was 32) But it's gross and ugly and sticks out, even when I suck it in.
HIPS! I love my hips. I love them, I love them, I love them. They are 42 inches wide.
I currently wear a size 10-12.
But here is the big number. Weight.
At the doctor's last Tuesday, I weighed 168.5 pounds.
I'll say that again because it =BOTHERED= me that badly. One hundred and sixty eight and a half pounds. I'm NOT HAPPY with this weight. I would love to weigh back in the 140 range, ideal weight for me would be 141, or hell, even just take this five to ten pounds of FAT off...
I hate that I'm this fat and ugly. Well, I'm not fat and ugly, but if I keep myself on this path, my weight will continue to creep up. I cannot allow myself to hit 175, or even 200 pounds. I refuse to believe that I weigh that much.
Fuck. I try to diet, but by the time I'm off work, all I want to do is eat something greasy and fat and sit around and do nothing.
In other news, I'm half tempted to go and apply at Hooters. If that doesn't stimulate me to at least get off my ass once in a while, nothing will! Yes, I am looking for a second job. At least for a while. I am growing tired of doing all the work of the servers and not getting the tips for it; aka food runner.
I'm fat. My measurements are as followed.
34C (The walmart bra doesn't fit well though, so I may be anywhere between a 34C to a 34D to a 36C or D) I love my bewbs! I love 'em.
GUT! I haven't even dared put a number on it. (Last I checked, it was 32) But it's gross and ugly and sticks out, even when I suck it in.
HIPS! I love my hips. I love them, I love them, I love them. They are 42 inches wide.
I currently wear a size 10-12.
But here is the big number. Weight.
At the doctor's last Tuesday, I weighed 168.5 pounds.
I'll say that again because it =BOTHERED= me that badly. One hundred and sixty eight and a half pounds. I'm NOT HAPPY with this weight. I would love to weigh back in the 140 range, ideal weight for me would be 141, or hell, even just take this five to ten pounds of FAT off...
I hate that I'm this fat and ugly. Well, I'm not fat and ugly, but if I keep myself on this path, my weight will continue to creep up. I cannot allow myself to hit 175, or even 200 pounds. I refuse to believe that I weigh that much.
Fuck. I try to diet, but by the time I'm off work, all I want to do is eat something greasy and fat and sit around and do nothing.
In other news, I'm half tempted to go and apply at Hooters. If that doesn't stimulate me to at least get off my ass once in a while, nothing will! Yes, I am looking for a second job. At least for a while. I am growing tired of doing all the work of the servers and not getting the tips for it; aka food runner.