Dear 2 Lbs
You and me, we've been dancing a lot the last six months. I know it's been hard, but this codependent relationship has to go. I want to abandon you for good. I'm tired of the way that you sneak back up on me, and attach yourself to my hip when I'm just a little too tired or disinclined to look closely.
I kicked your little sister, that third lb out. She showed up at the holidays and I tried to show her a good time. But my scale laid too much guilt on me to keep her around, so I had to go back to eating my way instead of the way of others.
So I've got a feeling that if I can just keep off the crack, aka god how I love flour even though it's massively bad for me, I can get rid of you for good.
In other news, dinner and shopping with Stacia was amazing as ever, even though she surprised and floored me by randomly purchasing a dish set that I admired for a Christmas present. I am humbled by the amazing nature of my friends.
Plus she's slender, hot looking, and complains about her own 8 French pounds from that overseas trip. We're going to kick our small codependent habits with food together.