More Accurately

Constanty torn between

You worked your butt off quite literally to get to this weight, you have discipline, don't eat the sweets. You don't need them and you'll feel so much better when you realize you're at a weight that makes you happy. You fought for SO LONG to get this close to your target weight. You're still not even there. Don't mess it up.

And

Why the hell are you so shallow? One of your closest friends is literally suffering from anorexia. She needs you to be an example and prove that weight is just a number and food isn't scary. You won't be unhealthy if you eat some sugar. You're not going to blow up. And even if you do, who cares? She needs you to be an example for her! So suck it up, eat the sugar, and stop being so freaking vain. Get over yourself. You want the food anyway so eat it.

A slightly more aggressive version of "get that body" and "treat yourself"

Drawing a Line

Literally just looked at all the pictures of myself in those costumes.

No.

F*ck the F*ck No.

I refuse.

May I never look like a f*cking tank again.

What happened to that whole weight loss thing? Oh, you quit? You quit, Sammy? Well UN QUIT 'CAUSE YOU ARE LARGE AND NEED TO BE LESS FAT.

Am I obese? No. Am I happy with my current weight? F*ck I am.

You're gonna fix this. And you're gonna do it now. Guess who you see Monday? Hector. Guess where you're going in two weeks? Europe. Guess what you're gonna look like? A damn cow.

Make sure this doesn't f*cking happen again.

Logic

Me: Aww. My shirt is even more snug than usual. That makes me sad.
Brain: Oh I've got just the thing. Here. Chocolate.
Hand: -grab- -shove-
Mouth: -accept-

Gettin' Kinda Chubby

FML. 

Costume doesn't fit.