Dear Diary I've been highly active for five hours today (still sweating from moving my mouse so much, teehee), must've burnt at least 9001 calories. I've also been fat shamed even though it's obvious from my looks that I'm in the shape of my life, I guess those anorexic skeleton sluts were just jealous of all my muscle. I've only cried for 45 minutes this time and later treated myself with two super jumbo sized quadruple chocolate Frappuchinons to fight the bad mood, after all I've totally deserved them and since liquid have no calories anyways, I'm on -12000 for today. Too bad I was born with bad genetics, would be nice to wear size 39 again.  I would really like to find a man, but it's not that easy when you have standards and won't just go out with every wimp - a strong, independant woman deserves a top1% man after all. 6"5, ripped and at least 150k/year sounds reasonable to me, I think my personality more than validates such demands.  I guess I'll have to try harder, maybe I should slap on more makeup and show more skin on my tinder profile, that should get the job done - men are shallow and desperate after all, they'll jump any opportunity. Won't get raped for sure tho, I know my bullshido!!!  Now please excuse me, I need to have a drink after writing this...