I am not eating until my big trip. That’s it…my pants are too tight. Who is going to want to see ME on a beach when I can’t even fit in my pants? Ok ok in my defense the pants are a size 2, but I am NOT going up to a 4. Yeah, I know I feel the hatred burning from you to me right now, but what can I say? I enjoy eating, but I also enjoy staying thin. When I’m thin I feel better, my clothes fit better, I look better. I think the weekend Bloody Marys did me in. All that sodium just can’t be good for you, and now I am on a food detox. I would much rather be going downtown at lunch and eating something amazing and covered in cheese, but I will just have to sacrifice. I also work hard at keeping in shape, keeping in shape should not entail larger pants. I will not buy larger pants, I will shove my fat *** in these until I can’t breathe. The problem is that anyone else might go buy bigger pants, but then what? Years down the road and your pants are growing every year until you can’t remember what number you started at. Camber even said it on Sunday! We had to switch from the Bloody’ s as obviously I know now, Bloody’ s = Bloating. And misery. Poor me. And guess what we switched to? You got it, beer! Fantastic choice when trying to stay thin! I think my hairdresser probably lightened my hair a shade lighter than I paid for with genius ideas like mine. Yeah beer. Now it’s back to fat free water and salads. I’ll let you know how long this goes on until I cave. I’m already thinking about lunch.
