The great Kate Moss once said that nothing tastes better than skinny feels.
Well, Kate. I disagree. Respectfully, of course, you
skinny whore drug addict adorable little supermodel you.
I think everything tastes better than skinny feels. Maybe not everything, like…lima beans. But come on. I mean, hello?! Nachos? Taste way better than skinny. WAY better. And? AND? Girl Scout Cookies. Chex Mix. Burger King French Fries.
A lot of things taste better than skinny feels, is what I’m trying to say. And maybe I'm also trying to say that Kate should broaden her horizons.
Now, I've never endured a drug-filled night of partying. But I have endured an alcohol-filled night of partying, and I feel sorry for Kate if she has never had the pleasure of Taco Bell at 3 a.m. after the bar closes. It's like...gourmet. Really. Taco Bell at 3 a.m. is like the best food I've ever had.
This? This post right here? Is why I have to exercise 5 or 6 days a week and religiously count calories. Because I love Taco Bell. And hate Kate Moss.
I have lost 8 pounds. But I still love Taco Bell. It is all very angsty.
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