Adhere to fattening and insist on eating
I know that fattening in the summer is a very difficult thing.
But determined to take a step by step.
銆€銆€First, the outside diet was rejected, and it was rejected three or five times a week.
Sure enough, no one will pay me any more.
銆€銆€I haven’t asked anyone to go home to eat, because I have been eating too slowly, and it is difficult to eat very little in order to always cater to others’ speed.
銆€銆€A diet plan was prepared: 3 chickens in the morning and 2 bags of red jujube powder.
Two bowls of rice at noon, a small bowl of rice at 4 o’clock, a bowl of rice at 7 o’clock, a plate of 11 o’clock or two plates of rice.
I will not say anything about what to eat.
銆€銆€Finally, I got a nickname: rice boy.
Well, it makes sense that I have always been without rice and I think this nickname is right.
銆€銆€Lao Wangxiong went online at 11 o’clock every night. Seeing that I didn’t care about him, I was flashing.
Ask me why, at 11 o’clock in the evening, I am eating rice. I said that I am fattening and I want to look kind.
銆€銆€Old Wang brother said: How do you care about your body so much.
銆€銆€After reading this sentence, I suddenly laughed.
In 2001, Yan Meifeng published a book in Singapore with the cover printed on it: If you have seen my body, please read my heart.
銆€銆€Of course, this kind of words cannot be said to the dignified old Wang brother.
銆€銆€But you find that no one, the one who listens to you the most, is often the one who takes you at the right time.
Wang Xi’s msn is version 7,0, and he is not expected to see it.
銆€銆€It seems that for many years, I have said to the old Wang brother that I am not satisfied with my eyes, my nose is not satisfied with my eyebrows, my skin is not satisfied, and I am not satisfied with it.
銆€銆€Wen heard that I was fattening, laughing.
I always hope to take a photo with me and put the photo on the refrigerator. When I feed, I use my motivation to let go of my desire.
I said, I will give you a nude photo, you can get it on the refrigerator.
You can write three words on my belly: feed her.
銆€銆€The artist friend said: I will paint you a picture of oil, nude.
I changed the first thought to the language at the time: Can you make me fat?
銆€銆€Thin, has always been a mental illness.
At the time of birth, 3 pounds and 4 two have been called cat lice.
My mom is a cat licking her mother.
This reputation still has an old lady squinting and saying: This is not a cat scorpion.
銆€銆€Fat is a virtue and a manifestation of education.
The food entered the internal organs and was put to use.
And most of the time, I was transported into the toilet through other pipes.
銆€銆€Always uphold the respect for food.
You can’t sneeze and sneeze at the dinner table, and you can’t take off your clothes within 3 meters of the table.
However, it was discovered that it was precisely those who had done these things that the food was fully utilized by them and formed a good depletable sputum in the body.
銆€銆€But I am like a person without conscience, taking over the gifts of others, turning and throwing them into the trash can.
銆€銆€I want to give myself more opportunities.
When more rice is deposited in my stomach, sooner or later, the conscience discovers that a thick layer of aunt is coming.銆€銆€Moreover, in the 10-day rice reincarnation, I found a simple reason: if you are full, you don’t want to.
銆€銆€Adhere to fattening and insist on eating.