I’ve decided to stop being so fat. Well, I’ve been tired of being so fat for a few years now, but I think I’ve actually started to do something about it that might stick. I’m trying to exercise more, and keeping track of every single thing that I consume on a daily basis. Which really makes me rethink picking up a candy bar. Knowing I’ll have to open Lose It and type it in, letting everyone that lives in the interwebs know that I ate a candy bar. That doesn’t mean it stopped me from eating a dark chocolate kit kat last night. Stop judging me! I’m lactose intolerant, so I absolutely had to celebrate the fact that milkless chocolate candy bars exist after I went rock climbing last night. It’s Nikki-tolerant chocolate!
Which reminds me. Ever since I realized I was lactose intolerant, when you say “I tolerate gay people,” I can’t help but see you sneering uncomfortably, while trying to hold in a shart. Kind of like this baby:
Which makes me feel better about being tolerated.
Sorry, I get distracted. So, yeah, I’m going to attempt to not fail at losing weight and intend to be less fatter eventually. On the downside, I could potentially have to buy new clothes, which I despise. But my thighs will be smaller, so i guess that’s ok.
I’ve never been one of those ‘in-shape lesbians.’ I don’t necessarily want to be one of those, always active, looking for ways to show off my ‘killer bod’. I just want things to be less squishy. I like some squishy. And, honestly, even at my version of peak physical form, I was never skinny. My body is not built to be skinny. But the thought of not having muffin tops sounds fan-damn-tastic! Sign me up! Muffin tops are for bitches!
Well not these muffin tops. These are delicious