On the ride home, the nauseating smell of Wendy's lingered in the air. Luckily I had applied "Sea Island Cotton" body scrub to my hands in the Bath & Body Works. Therefore I could just keep my hands practically up my nostrils to avoid the stench.
Then, all I could hear was the crinkling of a greasy paper bag. Thank gawd for my iPod! The blasted Something Corporate saved my life. Then I hear chomp chomp chomp munch munch munch om nom nom nom as more and more fries were being shoveled in. Then came the chicken sammich. That smell was even worse because of the mayo. -Funny story about mayo, actually.
Dream Sequence Time! A group of friends had force-fed me fast food (hooray for alliteration: friends force-fed fast food), and I had gotten food poisoning from the mayo. I kept bringing stuff up, and it was never ending. I thought I was going to die in the dream. I kept throwing it up, and caughing it up. It was so nasty. End Dream Sequence!
I don't understand how people can even think about fast food without getting grossed out. It's disgusting. Do you KNOW what it's made of? If it's not fresh out of the ground, from a tree, or plant, or natural in some way or another, it's not food. Period. (Chocolate is may biggest weakness, however...)
I would love to live in France. America's small is their supersize. How ironic, that's my supersize as well.
Also, explain this to me: Why is it that when people who have my figure (a few pounds or so overweight) decide to go on a strict diet, people yell at them and tell them that it's not healthy. What about the fat ones who love getting bigger? Why is that any different? That's America. I'm sorry to be here. I need to go somewhere like France where people will support me rather than put me down for this.
I've lost 6 lbs since the weekend! I've been so good! Not good enough though. I'm yet to be at my goal weight. I have about 9 more to go! Yayy!
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