33% cold, 33% sleepiness, 33% anxiety, 1% glitter
Tis the season for food guilt, health shaming and misinformation memes! Here’s a few tips to deal with the influx of “1 serving of mashed potatoes = 30 minutes of running, 1 piece of pie = 300 burpees” crap you’re seeing today (or will see this weekend).
It’s a stupid, childish game: I’m sicker than you, I’m sicker and still functioning, I’m sicker than the sickest sick in the DSM, I’m sicker than sick and I get away with it because my version of sick isn’t sickness at all—it’s defiance of all this bullshit.
A stupid, childish game, and a smokescreen, too. Because when the boasting is over and you’re alone again, counting your heartbeats at three AM, you know you really ARE sick, and there is absolutely nothing interesting or valuable or boastworthy about any of it, and at the very core it’s just fucking pathetic, exactly the way you never wanted to be.
If you’re trying to gain weight, or you know you have to at some point, read this.
It will feel like hell. Each day will provide a challenge. You were be hungry like you never have before, then you will not want to eat, you will feel hungry at 3am but not at noon. You…