Me? I got this journal about a week ago and started to record every single thing I eat (and anything I drink if it has a caloric value)
Along with that I have thoughts and reflections on the day and my life in general. So I guess I guess it's like a diary with a dietary footnote. Even so, it's keeping me motivated, and that's what counts.
Also I've been drawing. That takes my mind off food.
Guy I like wants to date my friend. Friend doesn't want to date guy I like.
Awkward.
Hmm... I can top that.
Best friend dating sister. Walking in on them kissing in the living room. Very Awkward.
What's funny is that now that i have moved in to her room, who knows what else went on where i sleep now. The possibilities are endless.
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"your a moron you know that wolves have packs wich they rely on nd they could ever here of lone wolves? you an idiot and your gay, wolves have packs and are smart with tactics" - Youtube Wolf Enthusiast.
So is the Journal really useful? Like a sort of psychological warfare combatant on bad eating habits?
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"your a moron you know that wolves have packs wich they rely on nd they could ever here of lone wolves? you an idiot and your gay, wolves have packs and are smart with tactics" - Youtube Wolf Enthusiast.
I'm freaking fat, even though it doesn't look like it since my height and the distribution.
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"your a moron you know that wolves have packs wich they rely on nd they could ever here of lone wolves? you an idiot and your gay, wolves have packs and are smart with tactics" - Youtube Wolf Enthusiast.
My fatness crushes every ounce of my self esteem under a ton of flabby despair.
I have such an awkward social history because of it that I'm not even sure whether I'm gay or straight. Probably ought to talk to a shrink about that one eventually.
"your a moron you know that wolves have packs wich they rely on nd they could ever here of lone wolves? you an idiot and your gay, wolves have packs and are smart with tactics" - Youtube Wolf Enthusiast.
My fatness crushes every ounce of my self esteem under a ton of flabby despair.
I have such an awkward social history because of it that I'm not even sure whether I'm gay or straight. Probably ought to talk to a shrink about that one eventually.
lay a mirror on the ground. walk over it and look down. in the mirror, do you see the reflection of a penis or vagina staring back from what would normally be hidden from view by your gut?
which do you think about while masturbating? penis or vagina?
My fatness crushes every ounce of my self esteem under a ton of flabby despair.
I have such an awkward social history because of it that I'm not even sure whether I'm gay or straight. Probably ought to talk to a shrink about that one eventually.
Kill both your self-esteem and sexual confusion birds with one stone by describing yourself as "graight."
They told me I needed to get my wisdom teeth out and I didn't because my father died the day I was scheduled to go. Now, more than four years later I still haven't had them out and you know what has happened? They straightened my teeth.
They told me I needed to get my wisdom teeth out and I didn't because my father died the day I was scheduled to go. Now, more than four years later I still haven't had them out and you know what has happened? They straightened my teeth.
What you're saying is I should cancel the appointment? DONE AND DONE.
Man, I got mine out, spat out some orange juice on the way back, slept most of the day, spat out some blood, next day I went to Return of the King half-passed out, next day I felt fine.
It's not the experience of pure torture people make it out to be, provided you don't go to someone who sucks and infects your wounds with shit. It's more just pretty annoying for a few days, then you get over it.
Man, I got mine out, spat out some orange juice on the way back, slept most of the day, spat out some blood, next day I went to Return of the King half-passed out, next day I felt fine.
It's not the experience of pure torture people make it out to be, provided you don't go to someone who sucks and infects your wounds with shit. It's more just pretty annoying for a few days, then you get over it.
dude, I had one where the doctor had to drill into it until it shattered, and then pulled out the pieces, and even that wasn't that bad.
Anyone my age or younger being scared of the dentist is just a pansy ass.
one of my teeth was actually poking into my nasal cavity, so i was sniffing blood and accidentally fucking up my clots every five seconds when i blew my nose
dude, I had one where the doctor had to drill into it until it shattered, and then pulled out the pieces, and even that wasn't that bad.
They did that to a couple of mine. And they took out all 4 at once, so they put me to sleep for it. Then I woke up mid-drilling, but couldn't move anything but my eyes so I just opened them as wide as they would go until they noticed and knocked me back out. Didn't feel any pain and after it was done I slept a lot, took pain killers and was back at work after like two days.
Those dissolving stitches taste like ass when they come out though.
Man, I got mine out, spat out some orange juice on the way back, slept most of the day, spat out some blood, next day I went to Return of the King half-passed out, next day I felt fine.
It's not the experience of pure torture people make it out to be, provided you don't go to someone who sucks and infects your wounds with shit. It's more just pretty annoying for a few days, then you get over it.
The bolded part is what got to me.
The actual process wasn't bad. You're knocked out for the entire procedure, but the following night of sleep was the most aggravating experience ever.
The doctor forgot to tell us that I was supposed to sleep with my back propped so the blood doesn't drain into your stomach. As a result I got extremely nauseous, felt like I had a fever, and I threw up straight blood four times in a row in just one toilet bowl visit.
Those dissolving stitches taste like ass when they come out though.
Fuck fuck, I absolutely hated those things. I had all 4 out at the same time too. Pretty much the same thing happened to me as you sonic, woke up halfway through, couldn't feel anything but could see, and they just knocked me back out. I actually recovered in about a day in a half, was up and running, literally. Definitely just depends on the situation.
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Along with that I have thoughts and reflections on the day and my life in general. So I guess I guess it's like a diary with a dietary footnote. Even so, it's keeping me motivated, and that's what counts.
Also I've been drawing. That takes my mind off food.
He really is that fashionably inclined.
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I liked it, it was like dating a supermodel. Kinda stupid, but honestly, you really don't care.
Hmm... I can top that.
Best friend dating sister. Walking in on them kissing in the living room. Very Awkward.
What's funny is that now that i have moved in to her room, who knows what else went on where i sleep now. The possibilities are endless.
This much?
So is the Journal really useful? Like a sort of psychological warfare combatant on bad eating habits?
It helps me to be more self aware
I'm freaking fat, even though it doesn't look like it since my height and the distribution.
My fatness crushes every ounce of my self esteem under a ton of flabby despair.
I have such an awkward social history because of it that I'm not even sure whether I'm gay or straight. Probably ought to talk to a shrink about that one eventually.
Maybe I can get some more drawing in.
reading your own ancient posts is so weird.
lay a mirror on the ground. walk over it and look down. in the mirror, do you see the reflection of a penis or vagina staring back from what would normally be hidden from view by your gut?
which do you think about while masturbating? penis or vagina?
answer key:
penis, penis = gay
vagina, vagina = gay
penis, vagina = straight
vagina, penis = straight
this punnet square has insufficient dimensions.
Kill both your self-esteem and sexual confusion birds with one stone by describing yourself as "graight."
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I love Fisti. Dude rules.
I AM TERRIFIED.
dumbass. At this point they might have to break your jaw to get your wisdom teeth out.
This also explains why you're so bad trying to figure out what is and isn't a burger.
try poorass. but i have health cover I can use now! woo!
What you're saying is I should cancel the appointment? DONE AND DONE.
Man you are in for a world of hurt.
I got mine out three years prior the day after Christmas.
Worst gift ever.
It's not the experience of pure torture people make it out to be, provided you don't go to someone who sucks and infects your wounds with shit. It's more just pretty annoying for a few days, then you get over it.
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But I don't have the money to fix it. So...eh.
dude, I had one where the doctor had to drill into it until it shattered, and then pulled out the pieces, and even that wasn't that bad.
Anyone my age or younger being scared of the dentist is just a pansy ass.
and it still wasn't that bad
Those dissolving stitches taste like ass when they come out though.
The bolded part is what got to me.
The actual process wasn't bad. You're knocked out for the entire procedure, but the following night of sleep was the most aggravating experience ever.
The doctor forgot to tell us that I was supposed to sleep with my back propped so the blood doesn't drain into your stomach. As a result I got extremely nauseous, felt like I had a fever, and I threw up straight blood four times in a row in just one toilet bowl visit.
That was the worst feeling ever.
Fuck fuck, I absolutely hated those things. I had all 4 out at the same time too. Pretty much the same thing happened to me as you sonic, woke up halfway through, couldn't feel anything but could see, and they just knocked me back out. I actually recovered in about a day in a half, was up and running, literally. Definitely just depends on the situation.
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