I ain't no rabbit, I'm a Bear in case you didn't know. Fiber? You eat the fiber, I'll eat you.
What do I need volume? I need discipline not volume. 88kg? converting to freedom units, no, 194 god lovin units is fantastic. I am in no way Ashley auschwitz thin, I am easily 18% bodyfat so no, it's ok. Stronkx as an okx.
I know it's impressive, I'm constantly getting comments from grocery goblins at Costco and Home Depot. I can't fucking walk one end of Costco to the other without a mid, dumpling towing spawn from following me and asking me shit about whatever the fuck I'm near. If these bitches ain't on my jock, they're big time scammers. It's an every day thing, but they ain't doing this to 217lb barrel-belly Bear.
I stopped to pet puppies in front of Petco and dippy divorcé comes up talking to me about pets and shit. Bitch, get your 35-yr-old uterus to someone who can fill it. That ain't me. If Karoline Levitte can marry a 60-yr old, step the fuck back you thirty-something street walker.
You think I'm a charming socialite? I'm bout to get a damn cane to keep these barnical Karens at bay.
Take your rabbit food eatin skinnyfat host through Atkins. Count carbs. Stop these gimmik jew-diet trends. But hey, I don't expect you to listen to me.
You can't burn your way out of overeating, you need only to restrict the diet. Put yourself on the dog diet, Fido gets One Meal A Day. Not Unlimited Meals A Day rabbit food fillers.
Stop, the plumpkins love to say their diet works but their gut and eating habbits say otherwise. Only consistent results matter. Even I have no room to talk unless I can keep it under 200 until this time next year.