And yes, I'm vacillating between starve and purge today, on account of the whole "death bed repentance" concept that works so well for me. And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Princess Lisa, if climbing on those digital scales causes you such grief and pain...if it's the thorn in your side...the bat in your cave...the pee when you cough...then WHY, OH, WHY DON'T YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
To which I reply~
~with the raising of my fatty sausage middle finger...
But first I suck off the Cheetos residue. Cuz I'm dainty like that.