Actually fat, not "girl fat"

Sorry it’s been awhile; I’ve been very busy. Haha nope I haven’t, you’re right, I’ve just been lazy. Speaking of lazy, I have come to the conclusion that I will only eat stuff if it’s in a wrapper and I can eat it right away. Make a salad? No way. Use the stove and a combination of different ingredients to make a meal? Absolutely not. Open a Luna bar? Yup, done.

I guess it’s fine when it’s a protein bar but when I was abroad and I was fat—like actually fat, not "girl fat"—I would do it with king size chocolate bars. I think king size is probably and understatement: they were like family size bars for Mormons. So I would go to the little grocery store two blocks away and buy two motherships and it’s not like I was buying extra to save for later, or for the rest of the week: I bought two so I could eat one on the way home.

When my sister came home from school in Scotland, she brought me back some Galaxy bars and, since I live with my parents, my mom gets to regulate my chocolate intake because I have no self control and it’s not my choice what I eat. So I ate one bar pretty quickly and then my mom hid the other one. It was the worst because she told me that actually she had eaten it and it was gone. She finally revealed that it was hidden in the fridge, and I spent five minutes searching. That should be a sign. STOP.

(Note: I found this picture on a website called poundland.com)