Archive for the 'Food, and Eating It' Category
Hi, How Are You, Don’t Look At Me.
Wednesday, June 18th, 2008I am going to a wedding on Saturday.
It is rare that I attend any social function these days, not because I am worried about falling down due to Heartfuck or because I am rife with headaches due to Fuckbrain, but because I am suffering from a far more insidious problem - I am fat.
Lord, am […]
Old Clothes.
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008What have I been up to? Carb counting. Weighing. Measuring my hips. This is what I do, obsessively, all day long.
In the interim I have been filling out mountains of paperwork for disability, taking the kitten to the vet to be spayed and declawed (and please refrain from bashing me in […]
Carbs, Carbs, Carbs, I Am Boring.
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008I’m convinced that my printer is either an alien that has been sent down from space to capture information about the typical American family (boy, they fucked that mission up royally) or is possessed by the devil; because it keeps running and making odd noises and blooping and bleeping at strange, non-sequential times. The […]
Workin’ For A Livin’ and My Fat vs. Your Fat.
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008I finished my first assignment (designer sunglasses, apparently we write for a plethora of websites including those selling sunglasses) and it went very, very well! I finished everything far ahead of schedule and my bosswoman liked everything very much and I am as happy as can be.
Right on, Trance Copywriter!
So soon I am on […]
The Carb, It Shall Be Cut.
Monday, February 11th, 2008Warning, boring food stuff ahead.
Since my history of crash dieting is long and insane and since my own brain tells me to do things like eat nothing but Cheerios sans milk for months on end, I have decided to go the route of a friend and cut carbs in the hopes that we can do […]
Broken Fingernails.
Monday, January 28th, 2008I am sucking down what must be my sixth Diet Coke and writing my third journal entry of the day, which speaks of both how sedentary I’ve been and how I’ve been trying like hell to push through this pain and do something mindless - the degenerated discs in my back have my spine fucking […]
Fat.
Thursday, January 17th, 2008I’ve taken anti-depressant medication and have gone to psychiatrists and therapists for a sad, staggering twenty fucking years for depression and eating disorder-related issues.
Still, I find it impossible not to be aware of every ounce of fat on my body, twenty-four fucking hours per day.
I still feel it there, every ounce, and whether it shrinks […]
Oh, A Poop, I Am So Happy!!!
Tuesday, January 15th, 2008I’m going to Green Bay to hang with some of my internet wacko friends in a few weeks, and as I do before any of these events, I am strongly dieting so as to appear smaller to the naked eye.
Why do I do this? I don’t know. They don’t give a shit. My boyfriend doesn’t […]
Trance in a Trance and More on Rilo Kiley.
Friday, September 14th, 2007So a couple of weeks ago, my father sees an ad for a hypnotist in the paper. This is one of those guys that has seminars, writes books, etc., and his forte is helping people lose weight. My father has about twenty pounds or so to lose. I currently have over fifty, having porked up […]
Growl. Bite. Snap.
Monday, August 13th, 2007I am quitting smoking tomorrow with Bullshit, whose sister gets back from Amsterdam at that time - she who started all this let’s-quit-smoking mess. I am actually going to throw my heart and soul into this attempt and have already carefully crafted cigarette placebos out of Bic pen shells, but the problem is that I […]
