08.10.05 That sometimes, especially after a particularly negative shopping experience, I will get my hate-on for skinny bitches. They are not bitches at all, or rather not all are bitches but my jealousy gets the best of me and I wish I was better at starving myself.
I'm not. I love food.
I eat pretty healthy crunchy granola style these days. Lots of fruit, veg, lean protein. Even my snacks are skinny. I will never be though, I get cranky skipping a meal and can hardly understand not eating breakfast. This is ironic cos when I was younger, I never ate breakfast. I used to chuck my sandwiches cos I assumed they were soggy.
I think I lived on small containers of pretzels, apples. I would come home from elementary school starving and snack on a leaning tower of fake oreos, washing them down with glasses of cold 1% milk. Ice cream was another power food in my childhood diet. It wasn't until I made the connection between Saturday night KD dinners and the sudden searing cramps that I realized I was lactose intolerant. (My folks always went out and left us with a bowl of mac&cheese and a babysitter on the weekends.)
I am rambling here but yeah. I also hate being smart cos it makes me incredibly intolerant of the incompetent ones. I know they exist but I hate being reminded. I should turn my hate on into sympathy like mature folks do but I guess I am not there yet.