For many of us, the difference between “curvy” and “chubby” is open to interpretation (and rather dependent on the beer goggles of the admirer). Enter the South Beach Diet. It’s healthy! And low in carbs! And fun! Veggies! At! Every! Meal!
So far, quite a contrast to the diet I have been eating (Carbs! At! Every! Meal! Wine!), and so I suppose it’s not surprising that I’m a little… well.. South Bitchy lately. I mean, do you feel me on this, sisters and brothers?
WTF does one eat vegetables at BREAKFAST for? Isn’t that sort of bad for the human spirit or something?
My usual fare (peanut butter toast, coffee, swearing, sugar sugar) makes me feel good on the INSIDE. This tomato juice and egg white omelet routine just makes me want to run around the house yelling “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Down with the man!”
Alas, I fear roller derby isn’t enough to get me back to goddess status, so I’ll stick with the FSB* for now. And I’ll be honest. I need to look hot for my trip to Atlanta…. Why you ask? Gold lame, baby. Gold. Lame.
*Fucking South Beach