So I matched with this guy on Tinder and didn’t take him seriously for a solid two months because I was casually meeting other people closer to me. So we’d talk on Tinder then we exchanged numbers and texted every so often. Then, I told him I started working at an Italian place near my house, to which he replies, “I like pizza.” So he drove over an hour to come eat while I was working. Tipped me ten dollars. Then, I sat with him once we got slow and talked to him for another hour. Then, a couple weeks later we met up on a Sunday, got lunch and a beer, saw a movie, went longboarding for most of the day and then went to a bar and had another couple drinks. We’d had so much fun, we forgot we hadn’t eaten all day so we shared a pizza. Now every Sunday we do it all over again.
Ennard: *pouring soda on his face*
Ballora: What are you doing?
Ennard: Drinking a human beverage.
Ennard: *proceeds to smash a pizza in his face* Now I’m eating human food.
Ballora: Jesus Christ why do we have to put you in the human.
To eat past the point of being full just because the food tastes good.
Here is a word that describes such a quintessentially American phenomenon it’s shocking that another culture came up with it first. After all, there are entire civilizations that have never heard of “never-ending pasta bowls” or “dessert pizzas.” Fortunately, the Georgians (the European Georgians, that is) devised a word to describe it exactly. “Shemomedjamo” is the act of eating to the point where your body says, “OK, we did it! We’re all done now,” and then muscling through another three steaks.
Of course she would take her gun to answer the door ! Arghhhh fanfiction
I so laughed at this face haha
Also Pizza !!! Pizza and movie ? And kiss ? Ok no I know it won’t happen but a girl can dream right ?
“You know, I didn’t come here for work.
I just… I really needed to see you and talk to you.” duhhh of course ! Also the “cute” part ♥
Ok “I almost died” please tell her you love her. Tell her you don’t want to die before telling her you love her. Ohhh I fell like she’s gonna be rejected. It’s bad oh so bad she’s gonna be rejected and we will have to wait for months before the next ep I can see it coming !
Please I don’t want to be right pleaseeeee
I wanna cry. Gosh I’m crying. I’m so happy ♥ I’m really crying ♥ I can’t even write something … I’m just shocked ! In a good way ! Also my dream came true !
I can’t stop the tearssss !
Gonna put here what I thought of that scene ^^ well what I thought during the scene bc I didn’t want to stop it from going ^^
“Come in, please. Ignore the pajamas.
Oh, no, they’re cute.”
aka subtle message for you’re cute ♥
That is hot !
The hand to her chin like in the bar ! Also candle … Are you there Lexa ? ♥
“I was so stupid” No maggie ! You were right !
“I guess I was kinda right” yeah girl !
“I thought that…
And I guess I was kind of right, that you came out for me.
And that scared me.” Didn’t I tell you this ? She was terrified !
“Life is too short.
And we should be who we are.
And we should kiss the girls that we want to kiss.
And I really just…
I… I want to kiss you.” Crying here ♥ It’s so beautiful
How can you be like that ? How perfect are you ? Also the biggset smile on Maggie I have ever seen ! She’s finally happy ! Also dimples !
“You’re not gonna go crazy on me, are you?
Probably.” Yeah she’s gonna go crazy on you !
Cannnnnn you feel the loooooove tonight … ♫
That’s so cute !
Is this heaven ?
Seriously how many times did you watch that scene ? :P
Let’s end 2016 on that note right ? After this year we all needed this ♥ Thank you Supergirl ! Thank you so much !
I know this whole thing is a mess right now, everyone. But it’s ok. It’s going to be alright. I know everyone is scared, and I’m scared to! But my blog is a safe place and you’re safe here, you’re safe. Come talk to me if you need me, come chill out with me and we can talk about kittens and I can send you pictures of my cat trying to eat my pizza. It’s all cool. Ily, deep breaths.
Okay, okay, I’m still on that train. I like my thigh muscles. I like my eyes. I’m proud of my body’s capability.
But at the end of the day, I am still pretty sick of my weight. I’ve gone from 216 to 226 between Sept and now. I know it’s from the binging. I know it’s from the “just one beer” nights that turn in to 7 beers, half of a large pizza, and ice cream. It comes from the amount of rice and cheese I’ve been eating lately to “save money” or because I “have a coupon for Papa Murphys.”
Enough. This has to be enough. Not in an “earthquake, window shattering, revelation” way, but in a “my husband and I had a great talk about our life goals and our health goals and how we don’t feel like we are hitting them” way.
This is a process. There are some things I do well! We buy groceries on Sunday to make sure we have good foods for the rest of the week. I workout for at least 20 minutes every morning. But there are things I could do better. My water consumption has been AWFUL. Weekends have been an endless pit of calories.
So, yes, I do refuse to hate my body. But if I don’t get my shit together and I keep gaining 2 pounds a month, I will be around 250 by the time we think we might want to start having kids. And although weight and worth are never a correlation, that is the opposite of the direction of my goals.
So, here’s to a Monday that started off with oatmeal for breakfast (and water), a 40 minute workout of elliptical and lifting (and water), and a cup of black coffee (and water)!
“Will you pass the ketchup, please?” I asked, holding my hand out so Sehun can hand me the condiment. He nodded before the ketchup was in my hand.
It was a lazy day for the both of us. Right now, this was a ridiculous stay-at-home date where we ordered pizza and chilled out on the couch watching TV shows. We were in our pajamas and our legs were intertwined together.
“Ahh.” he said, holding a fry up to my face. My mouth opened for him to feed me.
“Yahh, you can eat so much, jagi.” he chuckled. I didn’t make a big deal out of it at first, but then something poked my stomach.
“Look, your tummy is growing.” a giggle left his lips again as his finger prodded at my side. He doesn’t know that I wasn’t comfortable with my body. Obviously, I was getting a bit uncomfortable at this so I wiped my fingers on a napkin before getting up. He looked up in confusion.
“Wait the show’s not over yet.” he stated, whining to get me to sit back down. I didn’t want him to know that I felt a bit upset at the fact that he pointed out my stomach so I stretched my arms with a groan hoping that he wouldn’t notice my hurt expression.
“Yeah, I know. I just need to get something from the kitchen.” I told him before quickly escaping to the next room. Once out of his line of vision, I sighed as both hands grasped the counter and my head was facing the floor.
Did he just indirectly call me fat? Maybe he didn’t mean it that way and I’m just too sensitive? No, definitely not. He doesn’t even know I felt this way about myself, how could he possibly mean it. But still, it did hurt a little hearing that from him.
Finally, I came up with a solution. I’m going on a diet. Less junk food, fast food and overall, anything unhealthy. With that thought in mind, I walked back to the living room and sat down next to him.
“You missed the best part. Linda just told Brad to go jump in an ocean, and Brad did it!” he filled me in on what I missed from the show. I smiled at the fact that he could find humor in the smallest things. The next thing he did was hold another fry up to me to eat but I refused.
“Ahh.” he insisted again, I looked at it before looking at him and shaking my head.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he sat up, his hand lowered. I nodded.
“I’m just so full after eating all that.” I assured him. His nod told me that he understood but his expression told me he didn’t believe me.
For about two and a half weeks, I kept this up. Not eating a thing that was not healthy for me. Actually, I haven’t been eating much at all, it’s working bit by bit. I feel a little lighter on my feet. I can feel Sehun staring at me whenever I ate only a little of my meal. I know he’s getting suspicious and I just hope he doesn’t find out.
But of course, that didn’t happen. One afternoon, he came into my room and shut the door. His back leaned against it as his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Jagi, what is going on? Don’t try to lie to me and say that you haven’t been hungry lately because I will know. Why haven’t you been finishing your food?” he questioned. I stared at him then at the floor.
“I just…I’ve lost my appetite lately.” I lied. He sighed, shaking his head.
“Lost your appetite? How? This started when I said…that week..” his sentence trailed off as he started realizing why.
“This is because I said you were gaining weight?” he finally figured it out and that just made my mad.
“Yeah, thanks for pointing that out right now. What a great thing to say to your girlfriend.” I snapped. In another moment, his arms were around my stomach, pulling me close.
“I’m sorry. You know I would never make you feel like that.” he whispered in my ear.
“I just went on a diet to lose some weight off my stomach.” I told him.
“Baby. Not eating anything is not going on a diet. A diet is regulating what you eat. What you’re doing is not dieting, it’s torturing you and I know it.” he scolded.
“But I thought…you would like me better with a flatter stomach..” I mumbled. He gently placed his head on the nape of my shoulder.
“I never said anything like that did I? And I never said that I didn’t love your tummy. I absolutely love it because there is more to hug and more to love. What I’m saying is that you should love your body the way it is.” he reassured me, planting light kisses on my neck.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what. If you really want to diet and get a perfect body, which I don’t recommend because I love you the way you look and for the way you are, then we can make plans to eat better, hit the gym say…two, three times a week? I’ll find recipes for the both of us and we can enjoy ourselves without starving.” he suggested. I giggled.
“You’d do that?” I asked. He nodded.
“Yes, even if I don’t want you to feel that your body isn’t good enough for me, I want you to feel comfortable. You’re hug-able either way.” he smiled, giving my lips a peck as we went back downstairs.
It’s been so long! But I hope this was good enough and it helps any of you who feel insecure about their weight. You are beautiful exactly way you are, but if you’re still not comfortable and is going on a diet, please make sure you eat. I mean this literally, there is nothing wrong with eating, dieting is not not eating, it’s about making good choices about what you eat. In the end, I wish for you all to be comfortable and smile more. I’m always open to message if you’re having trouble with anything ♥
As always, feel free to request for scenarios or reactions. I haven’t gotten any reaction requests yet but ain’t no worry.
so when i was little, probably like 5 years old, my family won free pizza for a year. and hell yes, free food, of course we took advantage of that!! so we had pizza at LEAST once a week. at least. because free food!!!!
this had interesting after-effects on my family. me and my siblings, we cannot get enough of pizza. the automatic “idk what to eat” answer is pizza. i have unintentionally eaten nothing but pizza for days and days and not even noticed. i regularly scarf down half of an entire large pizza by myself purely due to childhood training. in my head, the default of “food” is a pizza.
meanwhile, my parents are the only people i have ever met who hate pizza. they love calzones! they enjoy breadsticks! they like pizza by the slice! but if you put a pizza box in front of them, even now, over 20 years later, there’s one tiny moment in which their faces twist into a deep, pure agony of oh god, not again.
Tell us five weird facts about yourself that we may or may not know.
1. I wear scarves in the house. And I don’t mean ‘fashion scarves’, I mean the thick fuzzy winter scarves you wear when there’s ten inches of snow outside. I own several of them because I love them so much, they’re just so soft and warm and I like to wear them when I’m drawing, usually along with a fluffy blanket.
2. I eat pizza crust first. Yes, I’m aware this is an unforgivable sin, but I’ve been doing it for years now and there’s no way I can stop. My excuse is that I want to get a huge chunk of bread out the way so I can get to the good part, if that makes sense.
3. I’m guilty of being addicted to The Sims (particularly The Sims 4 at this current moment). I’ve been playing it for almost five hours straight now because of yesterday’s patch (I may or may not have cried when I saw it) and I just can’t stop. Someone help me.
4. I love dogs. I really, really, really love dogs. I love cats and other animals as well, but COME ON. DOGS. Every single time I’m outside, if I see a dog, I have to pet it. I once resisted petting a corgi as it was being walked and went past it, then gave in and went back to pet it or else I’d never be able to forgive myself. My constant need to give attention to every dog I see also got me a hug from a Labrador today.
5. I never bothered to change my middle name because there weren’t many unisex alternatives, so I just shortened it to Val (I was tempted to choose Victor but I’m not that obsessed). My last name is also kind of weird and I really don’t like it, it’s also the name of a brand so you can see it here.
So yes, I hope you now know some weird things about me that you didn’t before. Have a good day! :)
Babe… It’s me. You seemed tired so I didn’t wake you up. I’m out getting food. I called just in case you’d get scared not seeing me beside you when you wake up, hehe. I’m on my way home so don’t worry. Yes, I’m almost there. Alright? God~ I would have just bought the whole supermarket and shoved it in my fridge if I knew this would happen… I feel so bad leaving you there alone. From now on, I’m going to keep it packed all the time.
MC: I’m hungry. Bring some fish-shaped buns too.
Hahaha, that’s my sweetie. We have the same taste. Alright. I’ll bring some fish shaped buns. I’ll get red beans, cream, pizza, and all the flavors so just eat what you want. Do you want to watch a movie while we eat today? Oh right… So about our party tomorrow, it’s funny to say this right now, but I wanted to tell you good job for everything you did. If it weren’t for you, we might have never had the parties again. Thanks to you, we can help a lot of people now. And Yoosung’s cheered up thanks to that.
Oh, I’m right in front of the house. I’ll tell you when I get inside, but I can’t stand it. I need to say it now.
I love you. I love you. I love you!
The rest I want to tell you in person while looking into your eyes. Muah!
Hi guys so Nadia and I played with some of her toys before we picked up everyone from school. After we played picked everyone up now once we got home my children all said they were hungry now i know that they had snacks before i picked them up because both the elementary and preschool do like a snack time before everyone leaves to go home and i think that is so cool but that didn’t hold my kids hunger for long so they all asked for different things for dinner like McDonalds, Burger King, Wendy’s, Taco Bell ect so instead of going back out and coming back home I ordered 4 meat pizza with bread sticks and i know that my children will eat pizza and won’t complain.
my boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me 3 hours ago. He made his
decision while I was out of town last week, but waited a week to break
up with me. And he couldn’t even look me in the face when he told
me…he just kept playing his computer game.
To make it even worse, we live together. He’s moving back to IL
within the next month (coincidentally, our lease ends at the end of
July). Which means I’ve got to scramble to figure out where I’m going to
live, split up our stuff, get my own things packed… it’s a goddamn
So, what better time to be petty, amirite?
Starting with this pizza crust. My (now ex) bf HATES to waste food.
When I eat pizza, I always give him the crusts, as I’m not overly fond
of crust. But not this time. Nope. That crust is going right in the
trash. Right on top. Can’t miss seeing it.
In fact, I’m still hungry. Better add a second crust to the trash!
Edit He’s cooking right now. I know he’s seen the crusts.
I’m going to move the pizza crusts to the top of the trash every day.
Edit 1 So, a lot has happened in the last 27 hours. I
ate another piece of pizza and added the crust to the pile. My ex has
made me food (out of guilt) that I will not eat. Fuck you and your guilt
tabouleh, C! And, of course, with all the cooking, I’ve had to move the
crusts back to the top of the trash. My cat won’t let me out of his
sight and keeps snuggling with me… he knows something is up. I left my
landlord a voicemail with the basic information (ex broke up with me
and is moving, I’d like to stay here for at least a few months) and my
landlord (who I have become friends with during my two years as his
tenant) came to my door to tell me that I can stay in the house for as
long as I want! That we will work out a rental rate. That this is my
home. That I’m like a daughter to him, and I’m a good person, and to not
forget that I have family and friends who love me.
I bawled so hard, for about the tenth time today. Pretty sure I won’t be
able to wear my contact lenses or makeup all week with all the damn
So, things are looking better than they looked yesterday. I’m very thankful for my friends and family. And my cat, of course!