I have an on again off again relationship with my future self. She is skinny, toned, in shape, emotionally balanced, happy, and generally put together. Sometimes we have an amazing connection. She and I are really clicking. I eat healthy, exercise, and work on my ‘ahem’ deficits. She promises that one day I can be as amazing as she is.
Then, enter the snickers bar. I see it out of the corner of my eye. Mocking me in all its caramel chocolate glory. Calling to the chubby 12 year old inside of me. And I succumb to its advances. And I enjoy every minute up until I realize what I have just done. I have cheated on my future self. I hate dieting. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. If you tell me that I will lose 20 pounds simply by avoiding green beans (the absolute worst tasting food in the world), I would actually be saddened by he idea. Maybe those disgusting little beans are really tasty. Maybe I could just try one. I think that one day my future self will just give up on me. Decide that I have cheated on her one too many times. Until then I have decided that I will keep working on our relationship. I will try not to cheat on her. And if I do cheat, I at least need to cheat with a food that is worth it. Like a Channing Tatum style food. I think my future self could forgive me for cheating with an Oreo/Reeces fudge pie.
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AuthorI am a writer, a crafter, a DIYer, a mom, wife, a daughter, a professional, and whatever I decide to be tomorrow. While I spend most of the day being called mama, I am much more than that.Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. Archives
December 2017
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