Dinner was 1400+ calories. It was so tasty...I couldn't stop. I guess I've been in the binge mood all day. I think I'm at least under 2000 calories though. I'm probably gonna show a weight gain tomorrow...damn. I felt Mia wrap her long fingers around my throat, but I resisted. Now I feel ill. My stomach is cramping...ughhhh.
On a grosser note, allow me to describe my body! If a picture's worth a thousand words, then allow me to use a thousand words in place of a picture.
I'm medium framed.
I have narrow, US size 6.5 feet. My poor feet, they have to carry so much.
I have regular sized hands with strangely short fingers. I bite my nails.
I have good calves, but up near the knee they get fat. Notice mid-calf, down, don't I look thin? Take a good look, it's the last decent thing you'll see.
My thighs are ginormous. And I'm not exaggerating either.
Let's start over from the top.
My face is okay, except I have bad rashy skin.
If I really work at it I can see a double chin.
I have pretty good shoulders, but my arms have way too much fat on them. I can like grab onto a whole handful of fat on my upper arms. But, I have some muscle too. I'm pretty strong. I can leg press 200 pounds and depending on the type of exercise, lift up to 80 pounds with my arms.
But no matter how thin my arms are, they'll never be pretty. I used to be a cutter and burner.
I have no abs. I can't do a single crunch. When relaxed, the place on my body where abs should be sticks out farther than my breasts.
I'm pretty much a straight line down. Not a thin line mind you, a big thick magic marker line.
Really, I don't know how I let myself get this bad. I guess that's the thing about Mia, she doesn't necessarily make you lose weight, but she does let you eat, and eat, and eat. And then if you quit throwing up, and keep eating, well... then I happen.