Today I am divulging in my worst vice: pro ana surfing. Currently, while at work mind you, I am surfing this darling girl's pro ana blog and watching MTV's "Real Life: I am on a diet." I love listening to people talk about their food diets. Oh, also, I have already gleefully filled in my calories. Having gone to a divey diner in search of scrambled eggs, I have already consumed way to much butter for the day and am rethinking lunch. Not that I am going to skip lunch (my low blood sugar won't permit that) but I don't really want a sandwich right now. I am one of those freaks who doesn't really like sandwiches. Or chocolate. In fact I actively dislike chocolate.
Yesterday, I ate 1,200 calories. I burned about 0 since I sit all day at work, take RT home, and sit all night at home. I now weigh 205 lbs even, but I am still in the obese range of my BMI by like 1/4 of a point. Which, to say the least, sucks. The faster I can get out of obese the better. My goal is to be at 185 by the end of next month. It's a large amount to lose, but when you are as overweight as I am, you lose a lot at first because it shouldn't be there in the first place. It is practically more effort to maintain a weight about 20 pounds over my normal overweight limit. In fact it is more effort. And definitely more money.
My mom has lost about 40 pounds and dropped a zillion pants sizes. She is now a 38 HH! Can you imagine. Of course I am a 38 E but still! Anyways, she is going to get her breasts reduced when she gets skinny enough, and I want to so bad and she is hinting that she might buy part of it for me for graduation (a safe 2 years away) if I lose the weight and the boobs persist, which they will. After all, I have her genes to thank for these boobs. Ugh I hate them. They are just so large and persist in ruining any fashionable outfits. Also, they hurt my back and make me slouch. I also find cleavage very unattractive and most of my friends are shocked when I am not wearing something right up at my neck...with a massive scarf over it. I would show you a picture but it isn't working.
Ok done obsessing with my waistline for the moment (interestingly enough, I don't care about the size of my pants usually. Maybe because I have zero hips and zero butt it is something I can control. Unlike my boobs.)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Fat-Bottomed Girls You Make The Rockin' World Go Round
Hi all,
Ok so I am 5'9" tall and I weigh 206.8 lbs. I weighed myself today. Last time I weighed myself I weighed 216. I love food too much and am just getting bigger and bigger so I have decided to make an active effort to focus on my eating habits before university starts up, which is when I will actually be active (as in do exercise and such) so hopefully all will go well. According to my shoddy BMI I am 30.4 which means I am obese. OBESE! I am too young to be obese. I have found this lovely OCD website http://www.fitday.com/ which helps me keep track of what I eat with a food journal, which is especially great when I am at work. I have immediately noticed that I eat way more than I thought and way more than I thought possible on my budget. Of course, bad food is cheap. Its produce and healthy stuff that is expensive. Especially as a vegetarian.
On a related note: what the hell is up with every issue of Cosmo ever? Namely, the fact that they repeatedly suggest brinking food into the bedroom. Not just sweets either, no sirree. Ice cubes? PEPPERS?! Why does this have to exist. I for one am pro a whole kabosh on the food thing. Noone wants to be sticky during sex so that rules out whipped cream, ice cream, fruits, and peanut butter. If you just want to eat while getting laid, frankly that is just asking too much from your partner. Have sex, eat after. That way you'll be refreshed. My boyfriend always has to eat afterwards. It is as if sex burns like 3,000 calories for him (and trust me, the way we do it, it does not). I'm always sleepy so it works out.
No word yet on my new name.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Le Deux
Hey all.
You know what has always bothered me? The term "teabagging" or any reference of a man's balls to teabags. I don't get it. The texture, for one, is all off. A man's testicles aren't so grainy and threaded. It's loose, which a teabag is not, and maleable around the testes, which the actual teaBAG is not around it's tea. Also, a teabag is rather neat and tidy, whereas balls are not. And its not as if teabagging was born from a common activity. I don't normally suck on teabags, the taste is much to unpleasant and strong. Nor do I really put a teabag anywhere near my face. Also, I don't dip any of my male friends balls in hot tea, just for kicks. The visual of that is frightening. You may ask yourself "why is this anonymous chick talking about testicles so early in the morning?". Because I drink alot of tea in the morning, that's why. Earl Grey to be specific. With about 6 sugar packets in it. Its a good boost of caffeine for those non-coffee drinkers out there and I can drink about 20 oz for a dollar. A dollar! What can you buy of any worth these days for a dollar. Tea, that's what.
I usually get my tea before a take the RT to work in the morning. That way it cools down by the time I need it when I get to work. RT is an interesting beast. I love going to work on it, though I may be about the only one. Here are my reasons for loving the RT (in the mornings):
I am nosy:
There is nothing like public transit for people-watching. I watch couples have massive fights, then make out seconds later, I watch kids play in the aisles, I eavesdrop on old black women talking about their good for nothing grandkids in strange southern twangs. I love it! I always bring my book and my sunglasses, and get settled into my corner seat and watch the morning show. People don't usually find me very interesting over their own morning drama show.
I am left alone.
Especially at 7:30 in the morning, no young men are out looking to hit on the pasty chick wearing way to many layers. On the way home that is another story. Also, just in general, if I am on RT, I am not with my parents, who insist on speaking to me so very early in the morning.
I love to read.
It is really the only for-sure time I get to read my book. And I so do love reading, but have little time for it, what with working 40 hours a week and having a life. The book I am reading now is called "A Suitable Boy" by Vikram Seth. A very in-depth view of life in India in the 1930s. Very in-depth, as in 1,500 pages in depth. I enjoy every word.
The scenery.
Ok, most of the RT runs through the ghettos, but there are a few stops that are near parks and old buildings. My stop is right by this gorgeous cathedral that I wander into every so often.
I have always loved cathedrals. Its so calm and quiet inside. Often, I feel like a better person just for stopping in, despite my utter lack of religiousness.
So yes, I love regional transit.
I'm thinking about giving myself a fake name. Mostly because I sound like a douche when I sign of "Me" like, what is that. I am Me! Well fuck that. I will think on this more.
You know what has always bothered me? The term "teabagging" or any reference of a man's balls to teabags. I don't get it. The texture, for one, is all off. A man's testicles aren't so grainy and threaded. It's loose, which a teabag is not, and maleable around the testes, which the actual teaBAG is not around it's tea. Also, a teabag is rather neat and tidy, whereas balls are not. And its not as if teabagging was born from a common activity. I don't normally suck on teabags, the taste is much to unpleasant and strong. Nor do I really put a teabag anywhere near my face. Also, I don't dip any of my male friends balls in hot tea, just for kicks. The visual of that is frightening. You may ask yourself "why is this anonymous chick talking about testicles so early in the morning?". Because I drink alot of tea in the morning, that's why. Earl Grey to be specific. With about 6 sugar packets in it. Its a good boost of caffeine for those non-coffee drinkers out there and I can drink about 20 oz for a dollar. A dollar! What can you buy of any worth these days for a dollar. Tea, that's what.
I usually get my tea before a take the RT to work in the morning. That way it cools down by the time I need it when I get to work. RT is an interesting beast. I love going to work on it, though I may be about the only one. Here are my reasons for loving the RT (in the mornings):
I am nosy:
There is nothing like public transit for people-watching. I watch couples have massive fights, then make out seconds later, I watch kids play in the aisles, I eavesdrop on old black women talking about their good for nothing grandkids in strange southern twangs. I love it! I always bring my book and my sunglasses, and get settled into my corner seat and watch the morning show. People don't usually find me very interesting over their own morning drama show.
I am left alone.
Especially at 7:30 in the morning, no young men are out looking to hit on the pasty chick wearing way to many layers. On the way home that is another story. Also, just in general, if I am on RT, I am not with my parents, who insist on speaking to me so very early in the morning.
I love to read.
It is really the only for-sure time I get to read my book. And I so do love reading, but have little time for it, what with working 40 hours a week and having a life. The book I am reading now is called "A Suitable Boy" by Vikram Seth. A very in-depth view of life in India in the 1930s. Very in-depth, as in 1,500 pages in depth. I enjoy every word.
The scenery.
Ok, most of the RT runs through the ghettos, but there are a few stops that are near parks and old buildings. My stop is right by this gorgeous cathedral that I wander into every so often.
I have always loved cathedrals. Its so calm and quiet inside. Often, I feel like a better person just for stopping in, despite my utter lack of religiousness.
So yes, I love regional transit.
I'm thinking about giving myself a fake name. Mostly because I sound like a douche when I sign of "Me" like, what is that. I am Me! Well fuck that. I will think on this more.
First
Hey all:
Me here. This is my anonymous blog. I had another blog but I decided I needed to be very frank and thus had to go incognito. After all, I just told my parents what a blog was, so now I am sure they will be all over the internets. And, frankly, I want to talk about sex and I can't do that wondering if someone I know will get ahold of this. I like sex and I want to talk about it. Not just sex, mind you, my other passions as well: fashion, photography, fluffy bunnies, manic depression, addiction studies, digital design and such. But first things first. I am at my summer job right now, not working at all so I am going to go do that for a tick and I will be back.
Me
Me here. This is my anonymous blog. I had another blog but I decided I needed to be very frank and thus had to go incognito. After all, I just told my parents what a blog was, so now I am sure they will be all over the internets. And, frankly, I want to talk about sex and I can't do that wondering if someone I know will get ahold of this. I like sex and I want to talk about it. Not just sex, mind you, my other passions as well: fashion, photography, fluffy bunnies, manic depression, addiction studies, digital design and such. But first things first. I am at my summer job right now, not working at all so I am going to go do that for a tick and I will be back.
Me
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