Yeah! It doesn't taste all that bad.
No. I drink Coke.
I've tried it, but I still prefer Coke.
I only drink mineral water.
Pout and think, wow, they must have no problems at all.
Smack them. (Well, not literally...but in my head, they totally got the smackdown.)
Laugh. Woah, they've got a whacked out self-image.
Laugh, and think, "Yeah...they are pretty fat"
"That's it, no more solid food"
"These mirrors must be...broken or something."
"Hmm, it's cute!"
"Oh CRAP! Where did I go?-Oh wait, there I am."
No. But I wish I did.
Heck no. I have better things to do.
A few times a week, at least.
8 days a week.
Not at all.
Of course I do!
Usually. Maybe with the lights off.
No...if I just got down to 90lbs I'd be perfect.
First or Second
Third or Fourth.
Sports are for suckers.
They encourage me to lose weight.
Nothing, they're all fat, too!
They say I look good.
They say I look good, but I still think I could lose about 10 lbs.
Sitting around is always fun.
Watch TV and tell all the stick figure celebrities they suck.
I call up my friends to chat or read.
It's the perfect opportunity to work out for another 3 hours.
I start the day counting, and then give up around three when I inhale a Snickers bar.
No. What's the point? I eat what I like.
Not really, but I try not to eat anything that's too terrible.
Every. Single. One. But it's not hard to count to 100.