I am bitchy. I miss food.

Did you know that I have a bizarre talent for remembering the names of total wankers? Yep. I don't forget. So changing your handle doesn't help when you contact me from the new profile then sign your shit the same way...Stupid fucks.

I am really not in the mood for this shit. Let me tell you little prickwads a thing about a femdom on a starvation diet -- WE TURN INTO SUPER BITCHES...Blame it on the edginess accompanying eating less than 1500 calories a fucking day...somedays closer to less than 1000!!

Yep, I am forcing myself to loose some weight. Some stupid fan on MyS classified me in a group of BBWs!! Really? Did I slip that far? Was I too okay with my curves? WELL NOT ANYMORE.

I am fucking living on nuts, fruits and veggies. Oh and rice instead of pastas and other carbs. Steamed artichokes and bananas are my best friends. I have also reduced my soda intake to a minimum from a hard core addition.

I haven't begun to exercise like crazy, but I have begun to do more active things when I have energy. The main problem is I don't have any extra. My intake is so low that I am pretty much drained. I noticed this hardcore yesterday, which was about the one week mark of me doing this in true earnest.

My beautiful Kitty Girls both stopped by this week and I didn't have much to share with either of them. Longdistance Kitty tried sooooo hard to distract me, but I was pulling up the last of what I have for her. I had to nap one day and it didn't even really help. It makes me sad that I just don't have it in me right now.

Knowing this can all be turned around with minor modification on my end is just the starting ground. I have to begin at least with the 10000 steps a day project. Walking to the grocery store once a week is just not enough. I have to force myself to go to the damn pool before dark. [The lock up at dark for some unknown reason, and I prefer to stay out of the sun.] If I can move around more then my body will stop eating my fat and turn it into toned beautifulness...

In the mean time -- put up with my bitchiness. You really don't have a choice, other than to not read my ever so entertaining blogs! ; P

Here is what happens to fuckfaces that keep trying the change the profile game described at the beginning of this blog:

I just blocked you. I thought about the michael/misha name and it all came back to me.

You are that idiot who showed up with the letter for a private meeting at my mentor's place -- Miss Lydya Whitney is her name -- and acted like you wrote it for me, while we all know it was a form letter. You had presented the exact same letter at Max Rulz's place to her less than a week before. She had told us all about it because we are cousins.

you still lie about your age. we all know you are a good ten more years then you advertise...probably still lie about being married and everything else.

Try using a new handle bc some of us never forget, asshole. Those of us in the know realize you are just a jerk off looking for a free session from pros. Otherwise you wouldn't ask to get naked when you walk in the door. Knowing what a wanker you are, you will probably get off on this tell off letter...cheap fuck.

Seriously NEVER FUCKING CONTACT ME AGAIN OR I WILL REPORT YOU TO WHATEVER SYSTEM IT IS ON FOR HARASSMENT.

M