Now that my IC is under control, I have to get back on the path to better overall health.
In fact, I’ve decided it’s time to say goodbye to some excess poundage.
If you’re willing to help keep me accountable, then leave a comment and let me know you’ll be watching and encouraging.
In return, I will post progress reports.
I’m officially giving my unwanted baggage its walking papers:
I am writing to let you know our relationship is over. You are no longer welcome to leave your junk in my trunk or your spare tire around my middle.
Please know that the fruits, veggies, whole grains and legumes are moving in. They are my new besties.
So when you go, take your candy bars, potato chips and anything else that might tempt me to let you move back in.
I know I’ve kicked you out before. But this time, you have to go for good. You have a way of turning me into a wiggly, jiggly mess. Shame!
Also, if I let you stick around, then you might decide to invite your no-good friends—diabetes, heart disease and even cancer—to move in with you.
You’ve brought me nothing but tears. So don’t try to find me again; I only have eyes for Slim now.
By the time you get this message, I’ll have cleaned out your part of the fridge and run off with the treadmill.
Our affair is over.
Ms. Erable NoMore
P.S. You never looked good in my summer clothes—or even my winter ones.