Okay, this time I seriously (and i mean SERIOUSLY) need to lose some weight.
I'm still full from last night's dinner. Because, see, these are the stuff I ate just for dinner alone; A chicken burger, a HUGELY AMAZING plate of penne WITH cheese AND ham, a LARGE fries, a whole box of nachos, and SIX SMALL BROWNIES.
So I was on the treadmill since Caitlyn's first cry this morning, which is probably at four thirty, mostly out of guilt to my digestive system from overexhausting my digestive juices at one go with 12986470302865783026467835673 calories of fat.
Okay that is a random number. But I'm serious. I can bet that I will puke at least once today, on account of whenever I think of the AMOUNT of food i actually ate, i actually feel like inducing.
And no, you do not call that an eating disorder. This is NORMAL. I can tell you that if you swore to never eat brownies anymore, and turn out to eat SIX of them at one go, you would probably freak out too.
SIX. SIX CHOCOLATE INFESTED BROWNIES.
Okay, I need the toilet and then I'm back to the treadmill when Caitlyn and Xavier take their naps.
