aka my grandma's. She's not my real grandma, she's my grandpa's girlfriend (which sounds weird). And she loves cooking. And baking. But more than that she loves force-feeding.
Be glad you'll never have to meet her! She's so lovely but she doesn't accept a "no, thanks, i'm not hungry!".
For the very first time in ages I managed to let food disappear from my table (not by eating it ...) and believe me, it was more than half of what she put on my plate but I still felt so bloated and felt like I couldn't move for a couple hours.
And you cannot say no to her. She's very ill, her partner just left her for a couple weeks on her own to go on holiday, she's the "poor grandma" everyone feels sorry for so you don't want to say no. And you eat.
She claims I lost weight. I know I havent. I gained. And now, due to her, I gained even more weight.
You know what I did? I pretended to call my boss and ooooops Oh my god, what, a meeting tomorrow? Oh no. Yep, sorry, I'll be there.
And I left 5 days earlier than I had planned. After only 3 days.
Wait a second, I'll just ... wait. ... and pray to god for me!!!
OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!!
130.2 lbs!!
Why???! That means I gained 5 lbs! In like a week or so!
Plus: I was so fucking right about the tattoo! A tattoo near your hip - does not look good on someone who keeps eating!!!
I lovehate my tattoo. I think it looks lovely when I'm dressed. I think it loogs fugly when I'm naked. Like something that doesn't belong there (wonder why).
When you're really skinny and you can actually see your hip bones, then it's okay. but not with a swollen tummy, one that just screams at everyone: "Yeah! I'm stuffed! There's a lot of garbage in me that mouth up there shouldn't have eaten!"
Urgh. So now I should fast. But I can't. Because I'm weak.
Really guys, how do you do it? Go from a couple binge-days to a couple starve-days?
Hm. Maybe reading your blogs helps.
I'm off now.
Love you.
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