My Boyfriend is Making Me Fat

Pay no attention to the pretzel M&Ms in my hand. This has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with the fact that the boyfriend forces me to eat way too much bad (yet tasty) food. He also forces me to sleep late, work late and be emotionally and physically drained after work, making exercise completely avoidable. He does all this while living 303 miles away. I know. How dare he, right?

If you knew me, you’d know I’m always hungry. Ever since I was a baby, I ate every two hours. If I ever get really mean and start yelling at you for no reason, you should just shove a granola bar in my mouth, wait about 2 minutes and then sit back for the apology. My sister can tell by the look on my face when I’m a hot second away from a meltdown. Sadly for everyone, she lives in Arizona, has a life and cannot follow me around shoving food in my face. (I think it’s kinda rude for her not to at least offer though; she clearly has a gift).

So, it’s not my problem that I forget Dubs is a man who can eat 2500 calories a day and not gain weight. I call BS when my jeans start getting snug after I match him burrito for burrito, beer for beer. I eat like a man, dammit. Plus, I really like burritos.


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