It's very late but I was up and decided to grab a light snack. I go into the kitchen and I notice that you are awake and wanting a snack too. I am in shock. I guess now is the best time to just let you know what has been on my mind. I have really started to become disgusted by how much weight you have put on, I start out trying to be tactful. I don't want to have to say right to your face that you're a fat slob. I begin to get frustrated and very sarcastic. Surprised that you seem surprised by this. How could you not tell that you were purging up so much? As I give you example after example of all the things you have been doing wrong to get here...I start to realize....maybe, I eat a little too much too? Am I the one that ate the whole loaf of bread? Did I actually have that massive of a lunch? I am shocked. I start rubbing and feeling my belly finally understanding and feeling how much weight I have put on. I try and deflect back to you, but I just can't believe how oblivious I have been. Even though this fog of the gaining realization...I am still STARVING... (I really did work myself up while filming this, I was famished, even as I was eating the crackers, I couldn't stop craving jelly and butter...like I filmed a whole ass video of me eating a pile of toast right after the whoops)