Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat….. and more fat!
It’s in my cupboards, in my fridge, God knows it’s everywhere when I head to the grocery store, and little by little, week by week, collecting in greater amounts around my middle and on my hips and thighs.
Sure, the answer is… JUST STOP EATING IT! I know that… sheesh! The point is, whatever cycle I’m in, whether it be emotional, hormonal or just simply climatic, it’s the fat that satisfies, my friend. I seem not to be able to get enough.
Cheese upon more cheese. Chicken wings. Potato chips. Chocolate… chocolate… and yes, more chocolate. Ideally topped with some form of cheese. Oh, with a Pilsbury Grands Cinnamon Bun chaser.
It’s a sickness right now but I do feel change is in the air. I mean, how close do I want to come to my 40th BIRTHDAY feeling like I just ingested a whole wheel of English Stilton.
This morning I’ve decided: five weeks seems close enough to me….
Oh I hear you…I am 39 and have decided now is the perfect time for a midlife crisis. I have 3 weeks to get into shape before I have to squeeze myself into a bikini for a family Christmas vacation to Australia. Now…where are those raisinets…I think they qualify as health food