Yesterday, I went pants shopping. No only could I not find anything that WASN’T a skinny jean, but nothing fit. At all. I got in my car and cried. Then I went home and ate pecan-carmel turtles.
Actually, I got in my car, cried to myself, cried to my husband, cried to my mom, lamented the fact that Ive already pared down the food triangle to a trapezoid, bemoaned the fewer than 1500 calories I eat a day, and shook my fist at my well planned daily work out.
THEN I ate the turtles.
This is how I solve my weight problem.
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