I love you. I do. Which is why this needs to be said:
Get the FUCK up.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY ARE YOU JUST LAYING ON YOUR BED WATCHING HART OF DIXIE THINKING ABOUT HOW YOU WANT TO BE HEALTHY LIKE ANNABETH INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY TRYING TO BE HEALTHY LIKE A.B?! GET IT TOGETHER WOMAN.
Nothing good ever came from laying on your ass eating five donuts in a row and watching television. You are killing yourself. You are becoming a sloth and not the fun cute kind.
You are a beautiful, kind hearted, nice person and that’s all well and good, but you aren’t being healthy anymore. You are making your fat cage bigger and that just means there’s some crazy shit going on in your life which you need to do something about.
Be brave and use your words instead of bricking yourself in with donuts and chips.
You can do this. You were made to be victorious. You are not 15 years old and need a shell to hide in. You are going to be 28 years old and if you want to be in a different place in your life in a year then you need to start doing things that will get you there.
The one thing you have real control over is your body. You are solely responsible for what goes in so make sure it’s good. (Mentally and physically.)
So get the fuck up. Now.
Put down the English Toffee, jackass. That’s not helping either.
Sincerely: The Healthy Bitch You’ve Been Sitting On.
PS: Sometimes it’s not the scales fault I feel like shit.