weigh in - 1/13/19

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nostalgiaisadrug

nostalgiaisadrug

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ETA: Quailty Content Recap
• Just woke up / shows pissed Becky zooms in on face as usual
• Becky shows a graphic t -shirt for the 100th time
• Shows another torrid haul ( Becky stays yeah I like it in the most unenthusiastic voice ever)
•At Wommart
• Getting racks
•Becky makes vegetable soup
• Tells her inspirational story about crying about someone’s Instagram bio
• Muckbang of eating soup
• Watching a kids movie with Becky
• Replying to people on Ask.Fm
• She’s 553 pounds
• Wants to lose 160 lbs
• Promotes scammy instagram giveway.
 
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How flattering!
 

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>the fucking whiteboard
amber teaches cooking and math.avi
 
So don't be sad when Amber dies because when she does, she will die doing what she loves. Eating.

Deep
 
-Stealing haydur channel styles
-Showing off Becky shirts
-New Torrid crap
-Walmart
-Making soup
-WADDLE WADDLE WADDLE
-Stupid Instagram bio made her cry
-Has a cold
-Silly pop culture references
-BIG Cup of soup
-Typical TV, pet, and music half-ass montage
-Looking red in the face, gorl and seems to think she looks thinner in camera vs phone
-Writing goalz gorlz
-Lying about not overeating
-7 pound "loss" which would be normal body fluctuation 560 (Jan 1st) to 553 (Jan 13th)
-Giveaway nonsense
 
7elbees down but won't make the effort to get a bit of exercise in by actually standing in the kitchen. Even if it is just to open all those god damn cans of shitty vegetables.
 
I think we're all just jealous of Amber's sexy, irresistible girlfriend.

That soup looks absolutely disgusting. Zachary needs to create this soup on a video and show us how bad it truly tastes.

Why is Amber using a white board when she has 1,000 journals? Pretty sure this white board won't solve her weight problems.
 

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(0:57) "It actually fits me decently."

Christ on a cracker.

That's actually a decent summary of the themes here. It's all just so delusional and dumb. She thinks she looks thinner when she's filming with her camera than with her phone. She's sincerely proud of herself for deciding that maybe not bingeing would be a good idea this year, and she's had the revelation that she might want to work on that.

She's looked legit sad/depressed in the last few videos -- or is that just me?

The only other thing I'll add is that she seems to be edging towards the, "Burger King is worth diabetes/At least I'll die doing what I loved!" That should make for a fun time. AFAIK, she's never really embraced that before. Not out loud, at least.
 
"I have a very small closet"

No. Your clothes are just big and unflattering. Everything is small to a 550 pound person.
 
If a healthy person her height lost the amount of weight she wants to lose this year (160) just to reach a whopping 400 lbs, their weight would be in the negatives. If that isn’t a wake up call, I don’t know what is; then again, our gorl has had countless “wake up calls” that do nothing to change her habits.

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Didn’t she have a smaller white board on a wall, maybe about 4 failed journeys ago if I’m remembering correctly?

I imagine she’s going to keep writing bogus numbers on it until people demand to see a scale. Then the white board will never be seen again because she will decide that she wants to “keep her journey private”. Obviously because the damn hayders are too negative and toxic for it.
 
ONLY these two stacks of failure would put "hamburger meat" in their "vegetable" soup

like just admit yalls entire cooking repertoire is fucking variations of gross chilli
 
Her lips are blue as fuck, bitch ain't getting any air.
 
The YouTube comments are giving our gourl some competition.
To eat an orange chicken

Chapter 1
3 am in the morning.
Amberlynn is sitting on her pillow mountain wrapped in 16 blankets. The cold wind sound from outside is distracting her from watching Trisha‘s new mukbang. Amberlynn glances at the window then looks at Becky sleeping silently next to her. Amberlynn knew what she had to do. As the sound of the wind is getting louder, Amberlynn’s desire for leftover chicken and brown rice grew bigger. She doesn’t want to wake up Becky with her grotesque walking and go get food. She thinks to herself: if I move one part of my body at the time no one will know about this, it will be like nothing happened and I can eat alone in the kitchen. It’s a tough decision for a big girl like Amberlynn but she knows. She knows it’s inside of her. The binge monster. It’s slowly starting to creep on her and she knows that this has to be done. Otherwise... otherwise... she doesn’t even want to think about what could happen if she doesn’t feed the binge monster. If something takes away the magical power that only food can give her.
Amberlynn slowly starts to move from her pillow mountain to an already very squeaky wooden floor. At that moment, Becky turns around but is still sleeping. ‘That was close’, Amberlynn thinks to herself. But not as close as the floor cracking wide open under her heavy legs. She gasps but doesn’t give up. Grains of sweat start to fall from her face on the floor. She sees her reflection in one of them and now she’s sure nothing can stop her. It’s time.
It’s 5 am. Amberlynn finally waddles herself to the fridge. As she opens it, the cold breeze rushes her pale cheeks. She is alive. The binge monster is satisfied. The rush of excitement and adrenaline flows through her veins as she takes the first bite of the chicken. Everything went well, nobody knows about her secret binge. As she was taking her 234th juicy bite,she heard the sound. It can’t be. It’s not happening. Someone is here. Someone is up to her. For the first time ever, her heart started beating faster, her veins pumping harder but not from obesity. It was fear. Her binge monster is about to be reveled to someone else. The door slowly opened and her fork trembled: ‘Amberlynn! What are you doing?’
Chapter 2 coming soon...
 
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