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Watching "My 600-lb life"..
I don’t care how big a person is, there’s absolutely NO fucking reason to belittle them or bully them or say hurtful things to them. If someone makes that life choice to let themselves get to over 600 pounds, then that’s their choice. In no way does it affect or harm you so that you would have to say hurtful things. I’m actually crying because of how upsetting this is, these men literally, out of no where, started saying shit like “If you get any bigger you’re gonna need a bigger wagon” and “Some people ain’t got no brains”
Who the FUCK are you to say such hurtful things to a perfectly nice woman? She even smiled at these pigs and they said to her “Well at least you’re smiling” and started laughing at her. This kind of stuff upsets me so much, I’ve been bullied, and isolated, so maybe I’m oversensitive, but honestly I think that’s the worst thing you can do to a person, to isolate them and make them feel like they don’t matter or are lesser. Christ it makes me so mad.
Thoughts for the day
I’m watching ‘My 600 pound life’ on TLC.
It makes me grateful that I’m doing something about my weight before I got to that point.
When I was in middle school I begged my parents to let me get surgery. I was about 240 in the 6th grade. That’s 11 years old? I don’t know why I didn’t do something earlier. Lack of education? Maybe. I was definitely lazy. I did play softball, but I HATED it. Because I was lazy.
I don’t want weight loss surgery. The side effects would not be worth it.
Which is why I’m getting healthy on my own…it’s going to take a lot longer, but I’ll be a lot healthier when I get down to my goal weight than I would be if I got surgery.
I know two people that have had surgery because of their weight. I don’t want to go through that they’re going through. I think I’d rather be in pain from trying my hardest than being in pain because surgeons poked and prodded at my insides.
Back on track!
Yesterday, I didn’t do the best with my eating. It was my brother and sister’s birthday. So I had a cupcake and ice cream. BUT I felt like shit all through the night so I’m glad I’m done with birthdays for now!
I watched My 600 Pound Life again on TLC and even though I had seen all four episodes, I wanted to watch it again for motivation!
This morning I woke up at a decent time and hopped on here for some more motivation. Then I made an egg white with cheese and red pepper flakes and a bowl of yogurt and banana.
I then decided that since I’m working this week, I need to not make an excuse as to why I can’t eat healthy. So I grilled up the turkey burgers! I’m going to figure out what else to eat at work, but its only a five hour shift, so it shouldn’t be that bad. Maybe I’ll bring some broccoli! Or cut up the burger and put it on some salad greens!
SO It’s been less than an hour since I’ve eaten and I’m already feeling so much better!
I need to start getting some exercise in. NEED to. I notice how crappy and achy my bones have felt. I think I’m going to start stretching first thing in the morning. Just to loosen things up a bit! AND tonight, after work, I’m going to hop on the bike for a bit.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot that cookbook my boyfriend gave me! I’m definitely taking that to work and marking recipes I want to try. He said “I thought you would like it, and it even has all the calorie counts with all the recipes!” He’s probably the only supportive person I have aside from everyone on tumblr! 165 days until I get to see him again! :) I need to work hard every day before that though! AHH I’m so excited!
so me and Michelle were watching "my 600 lb life"
- me: does she have a husband?
- Michelle: yeah she does.
- me: really? wow
- Michelle: yeah she said so.
- *le picture of her naked during operation*
- me: you can't even see her vagina!
- Michelle: I KNOW! I bet they can't have sex.
- me: how could they tho.
- at least he didn't leave her.
- awwee true love
- omg we are so mean but really tho. but she's lucky he didn't leave her.
I am watching My 600 Pound Life on TLC.
This is not okay.
I need to stop eating.
I refuse to eat tomorrow.
I don’t have money anyway.
I spent my last dollar on McDonald’s today.
This is not okay.
I can’t eat anymore.
I made a promise to myself that today, my 20th Birthday, I wouldn’t eat fast food or crap anymore, and what did I do? Exactly that.
I ate McDonald’s for dinner after not eating all day, so naturally I overate to the point of now I feel disgusting and I hate myself.
I refuse to slowly kill myself with food.