The Joy Lies Club

Like any other weight obsessed individual, I’m a sucker for weight loss stories. I’m always in awe of the dramatic physical change. On  every occasion, I call bullshit on their new transformation via their actual new weight. I have a hunch they minus 10-15lbs off their actual new weight to make viewers like myself believe they are truly hallucinating when looking in the mirror. I know how much I weigh, and no you don’t weigh 140lbs now. If you weigh 140lbs, then I weigh 100lbs. Yep. To The Joy fit club, thanks a lot assholes.

I will confess my love for The Biggest Loser. I wish I had Jillian in my back pocket to bring to the gym, grocery store, social outtings. Not that I can’t control myself, but I feel the need to be yelled at once in a while tofuckingcutitoutstopeatingkeeprunningyouloveme. Jealoussss.

New, but not really…

New blog, not new to blogging. Why a new one? Because I wanted to. And because my mind thinks my old blog does not relate much to me anymore, therefor I feel odd writing on it. I was straight out of IP when I started it, and so most all the posts were  ”I’m-in-recovery-and-all-in-touch-with-my-emotions-I-can-figure-out-my-eating-disorder.”  No, I am still in recovery. Which is more like saying, yes I’m making it through everyday without freaking  out too much. I should pat myself on the back. Or have some wine.