Every time I cook risotto I feel like Gordon Ramsey is going to walk in and scream at me.
You really only have 2 options:
1. You can be miserable bc you’re fat
2. You can be miserable bc you’re hungry
I had fruit and yogurt for breakfast.
And 6 donuts for second-breakfast.
I tell people I’m narcoleptic so if I fall asleep when they’re talking to me I don’t seem rude.
Just slung my bra off & threw it to the other side of the couch where there are already 2 other bras. If my math is right, it’s Wednesday.