Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Oink, oink.

On pretty much any given day, you could comment on my (incredibly large) figure and it wouldn't bother me so much. Food makes me happy. Tell me I gained a billion pounds and I wouldn't lose my appetite. I wouldn't throw away the Venti Frappe or the can of Coke I was drinking either.

Unfortunately, today was not one of those days. I sit here at the end of the day and think back at what I've eaten since I woke up. This sounds really stupid, but I simultaneously want to cry, run a marathon, shake myself, do pushups and weights, slap myself and scream, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, KRIS?!?! DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO EAT ALL THAT!? WERE YOU EVEN HUNGRY!?!?!?"

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