Confession time, again: I am fat. Well slightly overwei….no. No rationalizing. Fat.
So the time has come to end my adulterous, idolatrous, illicit, and bad-for-me relationship with sweets. Cookies: we are through! Candy: hit the road! Cheesecake: it would never have worked between us, darling.
I don’t like looking down and thinking my feet have left me for someone who will not abuse them. I don’t like the fact my favorite pair of jeans from when I was 7 don’t fit anymore. (Well, ok, bad example, they still wouldn’t fit.) I don’t like not being able to wear my favorite t-shirts (well, the ones my mother didn’t make into a quilt) anymore. I don’t like being big.
So, I am starting a public change. I will not snack, I will not eat sweets by the missionary barrel, and I will start to move my Jabba-esque form more.
I will not quit! By God’s grace, I can do it!
so there.
(please help, God, and all other kind hearted souls. It is now ok to tackle me if you see me eating something with more than the usually good amount of sugar contained therein. This includes bowls of sugar.)
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