#change your diet

[hersheysmcboom]

Please sign this before it’s too late!

[foldingfittedsheets]

My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.

On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.

You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.

To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.

That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.

So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”

I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.

Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.

I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.

My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.

The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.

I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.

Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"

Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.

The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?

The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.

Fucking Cynthia.

[sergle]

It really is like. you don't realize until you ask other fat ppl, how common it is for a thinner person to use you as a Fat Sounding Board for their feelings about THEIR own weight.

[hawkeyedflame]

man i just really have no use at all for people who won't take responsibility for themselves. if you're miserable, do something about it. other people's help can be a blessing at times but if you don't realize that you're the only person who can save you, then you will never be saved. and you'll spend your whole life asking why it's happening to you and never getting a single ounce of closure.

i know. it's hard. hitting a point where you have no choice but to be honest with yourself about the fact that you are the problem is excruciating. it hurts. i know. i was that person. but once things got bad enough and i was staring down the barrel of being permanently disabled and unable to function independently, i snapped the fuck out of my delusion in which i was a hopeless, helpless victim with no say in my fate. i started clawing my way out. i had no other option. and neither does anyone. it is all, always up to you to save yourself. so fucking save yourself.

[maretriarch]

hi. im the thinnest woman youve ever seen in your life and im here to lecture you about intuitive eating. if you're fat that's your fault for not listening to your body correctly. you should just be eating what you want, as much as you want, when you want even though that's what you've done your entire life, but somehow youre intuitively eating the wrong way. buy my course and i will teach you the rules for my no-food-rules diet i mean lifestyle i mean food freedom. with rules.

[harmony-and-peace]

Pomysły na zdrowe słone i słodkie śniadania (w różnych przedziałach kalorycznych)✨💚🥗

[luxlightly]

My doctor who thinks that patients are constantly imagining that the have issues they don't and especially is vehemently against people trying to treat thyroid issues without their doctor's permission when their doctor refuses to treat them and has been refusing to allow me to go back on my thyroid supplements because my numbers are "normal": "Wow!! You're so much healthier than the last time I saw you! Your weight is more normal, your heart and lungs both sound great! Your blood pressure and heart rate are improved. Your energy is better. Almost every issue has improved! What do you attribute this change to??"

Me, who went back on my thyroid supplements without her permission a month ago: "gosh I guess my hysterectomy just evened out my hormones more than I expected!"

[sobredunia]

im going to kill u with rocks the the ireland slander i cant and u dare u DARE put us in the same sentence as britain ohgbhuv im throwing up crying wha vthis is too far dude too far whygfv who how could you who r you id oant know you

listen i get that you hate britain and hate to be paired up with them. but also. i have spent literal months in ireland and lemme tell you your typical/traditional foods are stale and boring as fuck. I didn't like the taste of gravy which meant that my food was even more flavorless than usual which is pretty concerning if your main way to add taste is by adding a singular type of sauce

fish and chips are good tho

[blorbowhereartthoublorbo]

he WILL get me through my darkest of hours

[dick-meister]

“Do know, if you ever dare to cross me again…”

“That I have taken quite the liking of eating flesh.”

[wimbledonstrawberry]

sorry for this I need to rant. the Brazilian player testing positive case makes me SO MAD because its well known that red meat in this stupid country can be contaminated with a steroid that doesn't affect your performance (see Robert Farah case for reference) and yet neither the ITF or the fucking useless fedecol (national tennis federation) make the players aware of such a thing. this entire doping drama has nothing to do with which players are more privileged or not but about the irresponsibility from the tournament and the establishment on making the players aware. what's the solution? forgiving players to play in Colombia? like dude, we BARELY manage to maintain the few yearly tournaments here because tennis is not a famous sport that the government wants to invest in. the only way this country has managed to keep the interest is by the yearly tournaments but now I'm reading takes on oh wow perhaps players shouldn't go there :/ if the substance doesn't affect the performance, ain't it better to inform the players? also the excuse that there was not enough proof for the brazilian player to claim it was non intentional is absolutely ridiculous taking into account the previous cases. Damn also why are people making this about Jannik like aren't they seeing the problem here??? why are people confusing pears with apples when both situations are so different? People are just using this to feed a hate train against Jannik and not actually caring about the players, the way they access justice and the unfair suspensions like this is insane

[eywaseclipse]

I just know Neytiri gets DYYOOOOWWWNN with a quinoa salad. Fuck it up sis. She don’t mess around. That and a bean salad. Those kids got healthy gut microbiomes.

[blujayonthewing]

every so often I think about how my dad was doing ethical veganism for, like, seven solid years and spent the whole time talking about how he just couldn't stand to eat meat anymore because he's an empath and how the use of animal products is literally never and has never been morally excusable under any circumstances and then one day was like 'I bought a grill! check out these sick ribs I just made!' so extremely suddenly that all three of us kids were like '....?? .... meat ribs.....???' and when I finally asked him what was up he sent a shrug emoji and said he wanted to lose weight so he started keto

[ghostcrows]

Check out the #gallbladder tag when you get a chance

[adamavshamayim]

A clearly pregnancy related "how are you feeling"

My fake answer: I'm so thankful to have had so few physical symptoms! Just get a little tired in the heat sometimes :)

My real answer: my already mood disordered brain is going absolutely nuts and I have emotional breakdowns every other day and every emotion at once but I don't think that's what you're asking

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

it sucks that so much of my family has also dealt with cancer but it's really lovely that they were able to give me warnings about things