- Joined
- Nov 6, 2024
It would really just complete the rehash of everything across the series we've seen the last few months ago.
Thank you, and I'm pretty sure this surprises fucking no one. In fact I'm pretty sure I made a whole post about how this smeglatude run would go nowhere but eh, let's get this over with.
The eternal loser
It's February 5th, and she doesn't feel like getting ready today, explaining her especially crusty appearance today. This is followed by a weigh in of 511.2 lbs. Looks like fatty is even fatter. Is surprised she gained that much overnight even though she only ate 2100 calories. She mentions her lipadema and tbh, weighing every single day is retarded, because for once, normies can have weight fluctuation from day to day as well. But I'm pretty sure stuff like that's been discussed here at length already. Oh god, more diet talk from fatty, says a low carb high fat diet would help limpedema, but it would trigger her gallbladder and her pancreas. Oof, "I could be in a calorie deficit all day and my body would not react." not thermodynamically possible. Has been busy answering questions for her upcoming appointment.
Timeskip of a few hours. Complains about how windy Oklahoma is and claims to have just walked Twinkie. She struggles to understand how wind works it seems. After a talk with one of her mom's friends, she comes to the conclusion that she shouldn't weigh herself daily (no shit bitch). It put her in a bad headspace and she just "needs to protect her peace". Starts whining about her not getting her semaglutide in time and it's giving every single deference of responsibility spiel to quit something she's done so many times before. Claims the smeglatude was not only late, but also sent in the wrong dosage. I will admit here, my own experience with the pharmaceutical complex is rather limited, but sending the wrong dosage outright (and not as a split dosage of like 20mg + 10mg instead of 30mg because of supply issues) seems like smth that predominantly only happens in Amberland. Gives a list of smelgatide negatives like how it's not been working for her and how it's been too long since she's taken it.
The next day, it is now February 6th. Pats her shelf ass for cleaning up the shelf and says the unsorted shelf gave her anxiedee. Having to show everything she eats is "putting her in a bad place mentally". Spergs about psychology, her first appointment is in an hour apparently. Oh my god can this flabby fuck stop blabbing about her baby brother already? A few hours later, it is now after the appoinment. She only cried one time, such a big girl she's become. Other than that, this is nigh indistinguishable from her other post first time therapy sessions lately.
Next she goes to bingo with mom (it's mommalynns birthday if I heard it right. (If I'm ever at a point in my life when the most exciting thing I can talk about is the color of my bingo dobber, I give you all full permission to kill me.) They eat nachos for dinner. Back home. Talks about doing some tiktok trend.
It's over and I'm tired.
It's February 5th, and she doesn't feel like getting ready today, explaining her especially crusty appearance today. This is followed by a weigh in of 511.2 lbs. Looks like fatty is even fatter. Is surprised she gained that much overnight even though she only ate 2100 calories. She mentions her lipadema and tbh, weighing every single day is retarded, because for once, normies can have weight fluctuation from day to day as well. But I'm pretty sure stuff like that's been discussed here at length already. Oh god, more diet talk from fatty, says a low carb high fat diet would help limpedema, but it would trigger her gallbladder and her pancreas. Oof, "I could be in a calorie deficit all day and my body would not react." not thermodynamically possible. Has been busy answering questions for her upcoming appointment.
Timeskip of a few hours. Complains about how windy Oklahoma is and claims to have just walked Twinkie. She struggles to understand how wind works it seems. After a talk with one of her mom's friends, she comes to the conclusion that she shouldn't weigh herself daily (no shit bitch). It put her in a bad headspace and she just "needs to protect her peace". Starts whining about her not getting her semaglutide in time and it's giving every single deference of responsibility spiel to quit something she's done so many times before. Claims the smeglatude was not only late, but also sent in the wrong dosage. I will admit here, my own experience with the pharmaceutical complex is rather limited, but sending the wrong dosage outright (and not as a split dosage of like 20mg + 10mg instead of 30mg because of supply issues) seems like smth that predominantly only happens in Amberland. Gives a list of smelgatide negatives like how it's not been working for her and how it's been too long since she's taken it.
The next day, it is now February 6th. Pats her shelf ass for cleaning up the shelf and says the unsorted shelf gave her anxiedee. Having to show everything she eats is "putting her in a bad place mentally". Spergs about psychology, her first appointment is in an hour apparently. Oh my god can this flabby fuck stop blabbing about her baby brother already? A few hours later, it is now after the appoinment. She only cried one time, such a big girl she's become. Other than that, this is nigh indistinguishable from her other post first time therapy sessions lately.
Next she goes to bingo with mom (it's mommalynns birthday if I heard it right. (If I'm ever at a point in my life when the most exciting thing I can talk about is the color of my bingo dobber, I give you all full permission to kill me.) They eat nachos for dinner. Back home. Talks about doing some tiktok trend.
It's over and I'm tired.
