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Pretty Girls Don’t Eat Ice-Cream
I was six-years-old the first time my mother called me fat.
At the table, after dinner, she placed a bowl of ice-cream in front of my brother, and a bowl of sliced peaches in front of me.
I stared in envy at my brother, watching as he devoured his chocolatey indulgence, piled high with sprinkles and whipped cream galore.
I bitterly picked at my bowl of peaches, wondering why I couldn’t have ice-cream too. I knew better not to ask.
Pretty girls don’t eat ice-cream.
At the fifth grade fundraiser, my friends sat around enjoying a scoop of hazelnut goodness from the local creamery. When I asked my mother if I could have some too, she handed me a granola bar and told me I didn’t need it. I accepted this as a fact.
Pretty girls don’t eat ice-cream.
Fast forward to age eighteen. Shopping for prom dresses was a nightmare. My hips were wide, every dress showed a layer of belly, and my arms cut off by the sleeves. “We can get you on a good diet regime,” my mother said. “You’ll have to give up sweets for a while. Have some will-power if you want to look good.”
Pretty girls don’t eat ice-cream.
No.
Pretty girls do eat ice-cream. Pretty girls eat cookies, chocolate, pizza and candy too.
Pretty girls love life. Pretty girls are happy. Pretty girls know better. I know better.
your mental health is more important than your education
your mental health is more important than your education
your mental health is more important than your education
your mental health is more important than your education
Feeling unsure and lost is part of your path. Don’t avoid it. See what those feelings are showing you and use it. Take a breath. You’ll be okay. Even if you don’t feel okay all the time.
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This omg.
While On a Delivery Today
- Doorbell: Ring ring
- Me: Hello I have your order!
- Little Girl: *answers the door and stares at me for a moment*
- Little Girl: ...You're a girl.
- Me: Yes, actually I am!
- Little Girl: *hands on hips, giving me a firm, calculated look*
- Little Girl: Girls can deliver pizzas too!
- Me: That's right!
- Little Girl: *nods approvingly* Girls can do ANYTHING.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOo STOOOOPPPPPPP. YOU ARE FREAKIN ALLOWED TO EAT STOP FEEL SO GUILTY. sorry.. i needed to get that out of the way. You’re not going to gain weight ok.
Stop.
Take a deep breath and put your thinking cap on.
I’m going to hit you with some wisdom, k?
Take your weight loss calorie goal, and just toss that number out the window. We’re not going to talk about that right now. We’re going to talk about that minor (or major) freak out we sometimes have when we’re having a really good week, eating really well, then we lose our damn minds and stuff our faces with delicious delicious junk food.
2000 calories is about what your body needs to maintain your weight and keep all your organs doing all those lovely keeping you alive things that they do. Your body burns all those caloriesat rest. That means that while you’re sitting on your ass, walking to the fridge and back, scrolling through tumblr, etc etc.. your body is making you breathe and make new cells and shit and burns those 2000 calories.
To gain a single pound, you’d have to eat another 3500 calories on top of those 2000. Thats 5500 calories. 5500 calories is a fucking lot of calories, okay? Lets take a look at what 5500 calories looks like.
- One slice of a large pepperoni pizza from pizza hut is 330 calories. You’d have to eat a little over 2 entire large pepperoni pizzas to hit 5500 calories.
- One crunchy taco from taco bell is 170 calories. To eat 5500 calories, you’d have to eat 32 tacos.
- One double cheeseburger from mcdonalds is 440 calories. 12 of those is 5500 calories.
- 21 cheetos are 160 calories. 714 cheetos are 5500 calories.
Was whatever junk you ate probably a bad choice health-wise? Probably.
Did you ruin all your progress? No.
Did you even eat enough to gain an entire whole pound? Nooope.
Are you going to survive, drink some water, go for a walk or run in the morning, and forgive yourself? Yep. You are.
Know why?
Cause shit happens.
But we move on, and we stay determined, and we get fucking results because thats how bad we want it. You started this journey, and you’re going to finish it. One bump in the road is just that. A little bump in your road.
So, k. Stop freaking out. Forgive yourself. You had a bad night but you’re going to make better choices next time. Now go drink that glass of water, take an advil, do some exercise, and remember that you’re a badass fitblr too full of determination to have any room for fucks to give.
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IS BEING HYDRATED REALLY WORTH ALL THIS PEEING?

