Gabby most likely “treated” herself to that room temperature congealed spaghetti last night as a reward for her “workout”, after all, she “deserved” it....
probably took another forkfull every time she went past the couch....it’s probably what kept her going.
I‘m getting so very tired of the lies, the bs, and the unending insane crap circle of life that is Gabby. She practically assumes others identities then cries when they notice and says NO THEY STOLE THEIR WHATEVER FROM ME AND ITS SEW SEW SEW UNFAIR, IM TELLING MY MUM OH MUM EVERYBODY IS JEALOUS OF ME AREN‘T THEY MUMMY
JUST STOP GABBY. YOU ARE THE PROBLEM. YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.
It’s almost like she lands in a new town, wrecks things and screws over people then picks up and runs when caught, only to move to a new place and start the same crap all over again. It’s all been proven on her channel.
Walking outside means you incorporate hills and inclines, steps, even kerbs, which all increase your heart rate far more than shuffling around a flat.
Walking outside means you can’t sit on your couch eating and watching tv and stalking Instagram for pilfer worthy content while waving your Apple Watch-Fitbit-step counter around in a sock for points. It would mean honest real work which is something foreign to her. If it isn’t served to her on a pink plate with a gold fork or “gifted” from mummy, it’s a no go.