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when i first got pregnant, sohei would stop on the way home to get me ice cream. nowadays, i can’t get him to stop for anything. even though i’m freaking starving and he won’t be home until 9:00. i want to eat now. waiting this late to eat freaking sucks, especially when diabetic and pregnant. and because i’m not up to cooking tonight, i probably won’t be eating until 10:00. so not happy…

[edit:] he’s stopping to get me a cheeseburger at the sub shop down the street. he clearly values his life.

i’m watching super size me. what a fucking stupid movie. there are so many things wrong with his claims, i don’t even know where to start. and the premise is ridiculous. yeah, if you eat shitty food three times a day, you’re going to get sick. i won’t argue that mcdonalds food isn’t awful, because it really is. but he not only eats it for every meal, he eats more at each meal than most normal people probably do. when i eat breakfast at mcdonalds (which happens about four times a year, not that you’d believe it because i’m a huge fat-ass), i eat a sausage mcmuffin or a chicken biscuit with a small orange juice. for his first breakfast, he had an egg mcmuffin, a sausage biscuit, a hash brown with ketchup (yuck), and what looked like a large drink. even when he’s starving, sohei doesn’t eat more than one breakfast sandwich. and even though the dietician warned him to stop eating stuff like the sundaes, it’s nine days later and he’s still eating them. until i got pregnant, i ate mcdonalds sundaes a couple times a year. (i craved them in early pregnancy for some reason, and even then, i probably didn’t eat them more than five times.) he also seems to order coke with everything. to be fair, mcdonalds does offer things like water, and i wouldn’t think most people order dessert with their meal every day.

then there’s the weight gain thing. if you go from eating a diet consisting of food cooked by your vegan girlfriend, to an all-mcdonalds diet, of course you’re going to gain an insane amount of weight. especially if you’re purposely eating as much and as poorly as possible. and this movie so smacks of privilege it makes me kind of sick. ya know, a lot of people have to eat crap because it’s all they can afford. and, in america anyway, poor neighborhoods are often the least walkable. there are no safe places to walk, and even if there are things like sidewalks, they probably won’t lead to stores that carry things like vegetables. and the part where he was bragging on how he only ate his mum’s home cooking (because it was, like, her job) as a child just about made me vomit.

anyway, if i make it through the rest of the movie, i’ll be surprised. i guess i’m just hoping he has a heart attack or something. oh, and p.s.: my blood pressure, even while “preeclamptic” is lower than his was at the start of the film, before he so much as ate a bite of mcdonalds.