This past weekend, my friend says, "We should make a pact. Let's get rid of this." Then she proceeded to grab the non-existent fat around her stomach area. I agreed. What did I have to lose? This will all go towards my well-being.
I was super pumped for it. I scoured the interwebz for recipes. I looked up exercise circuits I could follow to trim down and tone up. I even found pictures of flat bellies to motivate me. I WAS PUMPED.
Ugh.
Day 2 of clean eating and I'm ready to give up. My flesh is so damn weak. I walked past Starbucks and couldn't help but see the muffins. They were screaming out to me: LOVE ME! LOVE MEEEEEE! I love muffin tops. They're the best and they make everything in the world better. I buckled. I'm weak and I have no self-control.
When I got to my desk and I couldn't bring myself to look at the muffin, let alone the bag that held it. I'm too proud to fail and admit weakness. So I left the bag unopened by my computer.
Two hours later (as I'm writing this post): I've succumb and opened the bag. I licked the muffin top. I couldn't bring myself to eat it. I chucked it. I FEEL SO DIRTY ENJOYING THAT LICK OF GLORY. So I'm putting my inner fat girl on time out. She's been reckless.
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Labels: clean eating, inner fat girl, muffin tops, my lack of self control will be the death of me