Apparently being twenty pounds overweight is cause for being classified as 'obese' and not 'overweight' in some parts of the world. Luckily for me, I volunteered to live in that particular part of the world. Otherwise I might be rattling about thinking that I am something akin to Twiggy rather than the obvious Anna Nicole Smith (circa rock bottom) lookalike that I evidently am.
Fuck it. I am off to eat buttered chicken and drink Tiger beer.
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after a year of good eating habits (ie, cutting out beer, not eating crap) I've gained back all but two pounds of my hard-earned loss. My boyfriend says he loves me as he is and wishes I wouldn't lose the weight. Or atleast worry about losing it.
Why does that make me sad? And mad? I need a beer.
It's a vicious circle.
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