i am starting feel guilty over food all the time, like that dr berg makes you feel guilty about eating anything but 1 lettuce leaf for lunch and everyone who is overweight eats themselves to obesity - I don't think so some how. and bacon, I liked it as a child and I hate it now. it makes me want to vomit smelling it cooking let alone eating the shit. give me grains or fish anyday, my father is making me consider anorexia as a option with his piggery on gutsing down anying paleo and meat and shit that makes you want to vomit. my mum turned me off yogurt and that shit is made from baby cows stomach juices- and its not that fucking good for us as you think! and there are other ways of making yogurt. swilling bacon is still fat and I know I feel guilty about every bit of cholesterol reducing margarine or butter or fats of any kind, carbs and bread and sugars to the point I feel guilty about eating fruit and so what every thin person lives on 1 lettuce leaf all day not like fat people, I worked out exercising every day last year and not over eating and I still put on weight. so I just don't buy all this rubbish. I was eating jam years ago and still lose weight. if sarina russo had not fucked up my life and her brainwashing nazi concentration camp abuse I would have been still going to a weight loss clinic and working but she was so jealous of me! and always will be insanely jealous of me! can't help her heartless dog faced self russo dumb hilter whore. the spastics of the spastics her and joyce together they could be great leso lovers but.

i am starting feel guilty over food all the time, like that dr berg makes you feel guilty about eating anything but 1 lettuce leaf for lunch and everyone who is overweight eats themselves to obesity - I don't think so some how. and bacon, I liked it as a child and I hate it now. it makes me want to vomit smelling it cooking let alone eating the shit. give me grains or fish anyday, my father is making me consider anorexia as a option with his piggery on gutsing down anying paleo and meat and shit that makes you want to vomit. my mum turned me off yogurt and that shit is made from baby cows stomach juices- and its not that fucking good for us as you think! and there are other ways of making yogurt. swilling bacon is still fat and I know I feel guilty about every bit of cholesterol reducing margarine or butter or fats of any kind, carbs and bread and sugars to the point I feel guilty about eating fruit and so what every thin person lives on 1 lettuce leaf all day not like fat people, I worked out exercising every day last year and not over eating and I still put on weight. so I just don't buy all this rubbish. I was eating jam years ago and still lose weight. if sarina russo had not fucked up my life and her brainwashing nazi concentration camp abuse I would have been still going to a weight loss clinic and working but she was so jealous of me! and always will be insanely jealous of me! can't help her heartless dog faced self russo dumb hilter whore. the spastics of the spastics her and joyce together they could be great leso lovers but.
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