Bad rant ahead. Just weighed in yesterday and I was a pound heavier. WTH. I am so mad at the fact that anytime I eat rice, I end up paying for it in poundage. WHy the hell can I not eat rice! I’m from the Islands, that is the staple in the philippines yet everytime I see other filipino women they’re all skinny. Aaaargh!
What is the matter with me. Metabolically speaking I just can’t get it together and I’m running out of t ime and ideas. I don’t want bariatric surgery. The thought doesn’t appeal to me at all. I don’t want to die soon either.
I hate it. I hate everything. I hate myself. I have had it. Obviously, I have a major personality disorder since I cannot seem to get this weight under control. I feel like putting myself in a self-induced food coma right now. How frustrating is it to promise yourself to lose weight every year and every year just see yourself heavier. Aaargh!!!