I must confess.
I {loath} most veggies. Most. Not all.
I do like broccoli. And last night I envisioned my steamed sea salted {lite of course!} broccoli as a big piece of chocolate cake with mounds of buttercream frosting.
It is just not the same. I hate being fat. I hate feeling like the stay puff marshmallow dude from Ghostbusters as I waddle across my floors.
Im pissed off at myself. Im pissed off at my husband who has not reached the weight gain age yet. He's 24. Screw that. I am pissed off that I did not start doing this in my teens and taking care of myself.
And I really hate to work out. I do not even want to use the E word. Its filthy.
BUT..... it must be done.......
-Steph
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