I should know when to stop, but I just can't! I used to be so fit and in control. Now, I'm addicted to stuffing myself, even if I'm shocked at what it's doing to my waistline. My physical fitness is all gone. Coordination is shot. I get winded so easily that it's honestly embarrassing. But here I am again- stretching out my stomach, ruining that fit figure a little more each day. Watch me bake, frost and stuff myself with 12 dense, sugary, calorific cupcakes.
I take sips of milk in between mouthfuls, trying to wash it down and make way for more sugary, bready goodness. I'm such a pig! <...

I should know when to stop, but I just can't! I used to be so fit and in control. Now, I'm addicted to stuffing myself, even if I'm shocked at what it's doing to my waistline. My physical fitness is all gone. Coordination is shot. I get winded so easily that it's honestly embarrassing. But here I am again- stretching out my stomach, ruining that fit figure a little more each day. Watch me bake, frost and stuff myself with 12 dense, sugary, calorific cupcakes.
I take sips of milk in between mouthfuls, trying to wash it down and make way for more sugary, bready goodness. I'm such a pig!