So… I’ve been trying this sugar free stuff right. Eating healthy, exercising whenever I can… I was on the train and it was all going good. Until it didn’t. I fell off. And it wasn’t a dainty fall where you trip, dust your pants off and get back on. Noooooo not at all. I was was on the wagon looking at the sights… and BAM. fell on my head. I hit the ground with a this so loud the wild creatures of the forest assumed the bear over by the spruce tree lost control of it’s manners and let one fly.
I sent out for lunch the other day, nothing special, I just wanted a fancy salad. I was tired of making my own food so I said “screw it.” It was going good until I walked through the front doors and there was the buffet table basking in its glory. I ate the.whole.damn.table. everything . The chocolate dessert, a cheeseburger, some fancy pasta. Everything . It’s not like I’m ashamed of it, I was hungry. I’m just disappointed about it. Don’t get me wrong, the food was great. But I’m just a greedy pig. I’m such a greedy Ba*tard. A greedy, fat ‘ole ba*tard. I can feel the food talking to me. “Ciiiindyyyy, come eat me Cinddyyy. I won’t change the number on your scale or make you depressed. Come eat meeee” I think that’s what wrong with me. I have greedy-f*cking-itus. I can’t control myself. And it keeps happening!
Help, I’ve fallen, and can’t get up!
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