How to: Eat Like a Thick Girl.

So I love food. A lot. Food all the time. But like most women in their not so early twenties and beyond, my metabolism does not love food, but me and my hips have the same feelings for deep fried heaven, greasy hamburgers, pizza.... okay my hips are getting to excited. You get the point. Food trumps most things in my life. 

Once in a blue moon I will let my inner thick chick come out. I let her freaky tasty flag fly and I will go for it. Whatever 'It' is at the time.

Last night it was breakfast food for dinner... and it was dirty. It was sooooo greasy dirty. 

Here is how I eat like a thick chick:

Step 1

Get ready for awesomeness.

Step 2

Start cooking.

Step 3

Make it unhealthy

BACON GREASE

Step 4

Assemble

Step 5

DEVOUR

Step 6

Save room for dessert! 

Yep. That my loves is how you eat like a thick girl..... go destroy something for me and put it in your belly! 

Monday. Confessions.

Monday...everyone hates them so I figured I'm going to theme Monday. CONFESSION MONDAY. 

Here we go. 

My confession: Icing...in a can. 

Some people have been privy to this issue I've had, but not everyone has....and it's embarrassing and really hard to find a logical reason or explanation for it.Other than I love sweets? Sugar? Icing.....

It started many years ago, I was just a child. Impressionable. Unsure about the world. Seeking solace in anything tangible and stable. I wanted to feel attached and apart of something that would never run out on me (without the option of a refill or easy repurchase.)  One day I had a tasty little cupcake right in front of me. I bit in. I hated it. The cake was dry. Lacking flavor. It was a joke. But then I looked deeper and realized I could just lick the icing off... That is when it happened. Euphoria.

For years I have been in search for the perfect icing. Every new icing is a new adventure for my taste buds. I know that with that first lick, that first scoop, I will hit a new magical accord in my life. Icing really is what dreams are made of. But later on in life I started getting a little resentful of the fact that I always had to find a spoon for the vats of icing that I was purchasing (in a normal quantity, STOP JUDGING). If there was no spoon, there was no happy moment for me....until I found a spoon. It was really hindering my joy. Seriously. 

Then I saw it. It happened. Right there in front of my face. The answer to all my question. The hero to my spoon trauma. 

No-Fuss. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. (ignore the need of a  mani)

All of my icing prayers and wants=cured. My confession this Monday? I eat this crap straight out of the container. All day err day. Get in my belly. Tasty goodness. My word to the wise? Don't knock it, till you try it. 

I hope you all enjoyed my confession. I feel a little bit better about life getting that off my chest. 

By the way, You guys like my leggings (they are icing spill proof):

Happy Monday ya'll. Happy Eating :)