Rebuilding Megan: The Blog of Megan Waters
Added 2021-02-23 19:59:57 +0000 UTCApril 19, 2020
My birthday was yesterday. I had cake. I need to stop having cake, it's making me huge. I mean, huger than I already am.
Still haven't checked my weight. Still farting up a storm.
It's utterly depressing being the size of jabba the hut.
I've been using my workout gear as my primary clothes. I had bought these plus size gears so I wouldn't have to use them, instead my stretchmarked rolls of lard fill them.
My arms are huge and my upper arm sag is getting unreal. Bingo wings are a real thing. Look at my old pictures, I was ripped! I was a crossfit queen, my arms were made of iron! Now they're cream filled. Everything is creamfilled. My stomach. My ass. My face. My legs. I'm a complete cream filled donut.
My orders from ubereats has contributed to my huge belly. I look pregnant with twins. Going down the stairs to pick up my pig slop makes me huff and puff. Chairs are creaking, I'm seriously afraid I'm going to break one one of these days. Too much buffalo wild wings. Too much taco bell.
Too much, too much.
I hate going outside in general. People stare at me and its so hard to hold in my farts and not pass gas like a complete oinker.
The governor still hasn't reopened gyms and I'm constantly told to stay indoors. You're morbidly obese Megan! You're at extreme risk Megan! No duh, I'm at extreme risk for everything! Diabetes and heart attacks here I come! Oink, oink. oink!
It's maddening, all these restrictions! I feel like I'm under house arrest here. Why close the gyms, do they want me to be a fat sickly pig? The gym is where I could get healthy and prevent my exposure to diseases, not collect them like Pokemon cards.
I guess we'll see what my idiot governor and my idiot president will say next.
Fuck it, I'm ordering pizza.
#Wearamask #Stopthespread #Fuckit #Bitter #Sicklypig
