Bread

So, I love the bread. I especially like the bread that is made with honey and oats and nuts. I know. I should fucking leave the bread alone, but I cannot. Maybe if someone had a really grotesque story about the bread, it might stop me from massively eating. Oh, I'm getting a kitty and a puppy. Okay, that's enough healthy thinking for the day. No walking, no lifting, no anything. Today, I eat bread, I sleep, and I don't give a shit.

I need bones

I’m thinking of adding weightlifting to my little workout routine. I dunno, I’m thinking that might be harsh. It’s not like I need pecks or abds or the other muscles that attract good views of health. I just need to do something that will enable me to burn more calories. If I have larger muscles, it takes more calories to move the large muscles and I’ll lose weight quicker. I just want to be a waif. Just once before I die, I need to hear, man oh man you are skinny. Is that too much to ask? I know this sounds like I have weight issues and I do but not in a bad way. I’m fucking kidding. Okay.