mother praises me
for losing 55 pounds
bakes me fudge brownies
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mother praises me
for losing 55 pounds
bakes me fudge brownies
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That’s probably what I’d do too–nurturing women “just do food”, that’s what we know.
Never met a carb I didn’t like
Ain’t that the truth–I have to hide a bit of protein in the abundance of carbs I consume…
You have a positive spin on why my mother wants to get me heavy again.
Well I’m assuming she doesn’t consciously wish to sabotage your weight-loss efforts.
I am biting my tongue
Another excellent weight-loss technique–not to mention, it may build character…if you need work in that area (I’m not making any assumptions). Can’t say it worked for me–in either area.
And isn’t that just what people do? It was similar when I was a vegetarian: people kept trying to get me to eat meat.