Oh hello there, I want to die.
April 29, 2008 · Filed under: Personal.
I did the stupidest thing this morning. I walked into my parent’s bathroom… and stepped on the scale. I can’t put into words how I felt as the little wheel climbed up the Fatty Chart, or how much I wanted to die when it finally stopped. Horrified, I took a few steps back. At first I thought the scale had made a mistake, but I knew better. Then, in an act of bitterness and frustration, I raised my fists and cursed the gods of Delicious Food.
Why must food taste so good? Why must I eat it more than once?! Why must I be punished for having that third helping of cake?! I JUST DON’T GET IT, IT WAS RIGHT THERE READILY AVAILABLE, WHY ALL THE HATE?!?!
It was, without a doubt, the worst idea I’ve had in days. I’m more determined to lose the chub, eat healthier, and maybe even work out than I’ve ever been. So as of this moment, I’m hiring some Losing the Chub Workout Buddies, and I’d love it if some of you would join me. Let me know?