anonymouslayabout:

So I have a policy of being very open with my followers when I have failed. And today I failed. I binged on way too many calories when I got home. Now, there were reasons for this, and I am going to tell you about them so you can see them in yourself, and perhaps it may help your personal goal. I just found out today that my dog is going to be put to sleep, the dog I have had since I was twelve. She has canine radiculomyopathy and things have not been going well. She’s developed hypersensitivity in her front end and can no longer go up and down stairs.



I also have been suffering from serious back pain for about a week and a half now stemming from something stupid I did at work.



So I’ll admit it. In my depression and emotions I gorged on a gallon of ice cream, some jalapeno poppers, and almost an entire bag of potato chips.



But it’s okay. Relapses are part of recovery in any addiction, and food addiction is an addiction. Like all addicts, I hit a weak point and this is me owning up to it. Hopefully this post will help some of you feel not so alone in your urges to binge when upset or angry. If this reaches even one of you and helps you out of the place you’re in, I’m glad. But I’m writing this half to vent and half to make others feel like maybe they aren’t so alone in their coping mechanisms.



I will make it out of this and I will do better next time.



And so can you.

Hey, guys, guys, guys! This fucker right here is the person who keeps trying to say they “earned their thin privilege”, keeps trying to fat-shame everyone I know and, stupidly, keeps trying to pick a fight with me. So, obviously, I’m fucking overjoyed to read this.

For a fucking kick-off, I now understand why this person feels the need to attack the Fat Acceptance Movement and its members: because she has an actual problem with her eating habits, she wants EVERYONE ELSE to feel bad about their food choices, instead of fighting her damn battles! Oh that’s funny! I know I always call these people pathetic, but having them actually come out and prove it for me is fucking priceless. Now I can contextualize all the bullshit I’ve put up with from this pointless, drooling cunthole. Now I know that all their bluster and fuckery has been a whiny cry of “I have a genuine problem but I’m too fucking weak to just focus on fighting it, I need to externalise my problems and make an enemy out of people who have never done anything to me! Wah! Wah! Pity me, I have a problem! Wah!” Well, now you’ve got another problem- namely that I’m showing your weaknesses and failings to all the people you’ve been ridiculing and trying to hurt since you appeared like a fucking rash on the internet! Are you scared yet? Because you fucking should be.

And you know what? I’ve got another piece of insight for you! I know people who have struggled with addictions, mental disorders and emotional issues, and they’ve all handled it with dignity and poise. They’ve had bad days, but they’ve never tried to set up a straw-man enemy to beat on. You know why they haven’t? Because they’re strong. They have moral backbone and they’d never dream of shitting all over another human being to advance their own narrative of recovery. They don’t need to. This anonymouslayabout character, on the other hand? Well, she (I think it’s a she?) is a whole other story. She’s weak enough that she needs a scape-goat, and that tells me that she’s too weak to ever succeed and fully recover. It tells me she’s a self-justifying, self-indulgent little fuckstain who will never be fully at peace with herself and who will never be better. And you know what else? GOOD! Because she doesn’t deserve it. Anyone as bigoted, narrow-minded and fucking selfish as this doesn’t deserve happiness.

Oh, and her dog died! On the one hand, poor dog. I like dogs. They’re blameless and they’re always happy to see you. On the other hand: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaahaaah haha hahah hhahhh haahaha haaaaaaa haha ha ha!

Now I know I’m going to lose followers for this post. I know some of you think I’ve twisted the knife just a little too far this time. But I don’t care. This woman spends most of her time on the internet attacking people I like. If you pick a fight with someone I care about, THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS. Also, I’m not going to lie: this is also personal. This person bugged me. I mean that literally- she’d periodically turn up making stupid comments on the ends of blogs that necessitated me replying, and as you’ll all find out when the Glorious Revolution comes, inconveniencing me is terrible mistake to make. I despise having to notice people like this. I resent being forced to pay attention to the bigots and the stupids, so when they come right up to me and start waving their metaphorical buttocks in my face, presenting a nice, juicy target, what do they THINK is going to fucking happen. Look, folks, I may be a good man, but never forget: I am not a nice one. I am ruthless and this is how I deal with people like this,