food that will make me fat

anonymous asked:

I think people who say astrology is general have no clue what aspects are, or what natal charts are for that matter. They think "Oh well this post says Taureans eat a ton and are fat but I'm a skinny Taurus", well bitch I'm a skinny ass Taurus too, but probably because I'm Capricorn dominant and have a 6th house Cap moon making me hella strict with food. It's like wow people need to learn astrology first. I mean damn Pluto and their 8th house ruler need to hit them hard to shut them up.

Yeah… You can either try your best to explain (and hope they listen) or just move on. Just know that people who don’t know astrology are probably not gonna understand it (and they may not like it)

It’s kinda like not liking a school subject because you struggle to understand it. It’s frustrating to not understand something, you know?

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend is a chef meat eating oil loving chef. He thinks my diet is ridiculous he goes put of his way to cook vegan for me but he uses a lot of fat (oil, coconut creams/milk. Hes asked me to give him recipes to make, is there a solid book you recommend?

Forks Over Knives Cookbook is one of our favorites. Ask him what part of the tongue tastes fat. Ask him to show you the taste buds and then have a pure fat taste test. Coat his tongue with fat and then put spices on top and see which he tastes better vs no oil…

If I invented a new synthetic calorie with 10 calories per gram and put it in food I would be a trillionair overnight. Hijacking the pleasure center of your brain to liberate you from your wallet is a chef’s secret to success, sadly it comes with the price of your health, too.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.