Weighty Confession: Platters Full of Punishment?
Many of us have been known to scoff down one piece of cake, beat ourselves up, feel rotten to the core, and then have another slice of the Devil’s food to soothe. Our fat cells multiply–our pants tighten–we feel even worse–yet we indulge in still another serving of forbidden food followed by the inevitable platters full of punishment.
Results? Broken zippers; broken dreams. In terms of permanent fat removal, holding a grudge against oneself – being unforgiving for what we perceive to be horrific dietary crimes and misdemeanors – can only impede our progress. There is no point in unleashing mammoth-sized portions of anger or the relentlessly chastising inner voice upon ourselves.
Remember that one slice of cake does not a fat person make. Get back on the wagon NOW … laughing and smiling, if you please!
Confess your dietary sins, forgive yourself and move on.
WEIGHTY CONFESSION
Forgive Me for I Have Sinned
Dear Our Lady of Weight Loss,
Dinnertime,
And my stomach was growlin’, and the
Chicken was callin’
my name.
Only 50 calories
per ounce, so pretty,
tasty skin and
more . . .
Half a bird later,
I am sorry.
Three ounces would have
done me just fine.
I swear that I will never…
…ever
lose sight
of slim
jeans again.
Amen.
~ Half A’Chick Later
All is Forgiven, Move On!
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Spread the word … NOT the icing,
Janice Taylor
wise * fun * utterly useful
Dictated but not read by OLWL. Excuse all typos!
