Stepped on the scale. 10 pounds heavier than yesterday. Went to sleep. Got up. Stepped on the scale. Back to normal.
The scale may be busted or my weight fluctuates that much during sleep. I have to start trying to not be so fat a little harder. The fatness has been sneaking up on me for the past few months. My parents have begun buying mass amounts of shitty food, and leave it lying around. I don’t care for eatin’ I pretty much eat what’s going to give me the least amount of trouble so that I can stop being hungry and get back to doing whatever it was I was doing before hunger interrupted. I shouldn’t even have this issue. There is so much food around, way more than anyone needs. We all eat a fuck of a lot.
