That time a McDonalds addict counted calories for a summer and did not die

Imagine this. (Not the eggs, this:) 1. You are in a state of pudginess not far enough advanced to embrace your identity as an curvy moon goddess, but just enough to make you bulge out of all your clothes. You are tired. You are thirty. You wish to fit inside things without the constant risk … Continue reading That time a McDonalds addict counted calories for a summer and did not die