The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres
Friday, April 03, 2009
I am taking the left over rice (cooked in milk instead of water) from last night, added in 1 envelop of jello (orange) to one cup boiling water, and then stirred it in and am gelling it up, gonna add the rest of the whipped cream and some fruit (bananas, blue berries, peaches) and eat it for late night sin-session. yes I will burn in hell, but I do not care. I spent HOURS in the principal's office today.
I got so fat that I rode my bike to the school today and back (4 miles total). Breakfast was a protein bar and Dinner was just shrimp scampi.. nothing else.