Wow. The ways I've been treating you for the past few months have been horrible. It's ridiculous, considering the fact that you've grown, delivered, nurtured, and continue to care for, the things most important to me (talking about my babies here, not fat cells).
The only part I've been good to, is you, tongue. Which is a joke, because you are the part that gets me in the most trouble, with all those things you make me say. Yet I have rewarded you with tasty morsel after tasty morsel. To be honest, you kind of remind me of the devil, tongue, always leading me to temptation.
After all you have given me, dear body, I have continued to abuse you and expect you to perform your best. Can I pull up to the gas station, throw some dirt in the tank, and expect my car to run smoothly (or at all)?!? Nope. Can you deprive a mule of water and nutrients, and expect it to haul people and up and down the Grand Canyon?? I think not! And imagine what would happen if you pumped that mule full of all the coffee and sugar I've pumped into you! That story would make the news for sure! ("Woman Dies After Over Caffeinated Donkey Bolts Over Edge of Grand Canyon")
My point is, how can I expect you to be energized, motivated, focused, in a good mood, able to think straight, and on and on and on, if I continuously stuff junk into you, and deprive you of the exercise, movement, and nutrients you crave??? I can't. Not anymore. I'm sorry for being so negligent. All those mornings, running out of the house without breakfast. Eating a handful of M&M's for lunch (OK, let's be honest, half a bag. OK fine! The whole dang bag!) Always saying to myself "I'll get back to exercising tomorrow".
I'm sorry it's taken the spare tire around my middle, and some mega tight pants for me to take notice of the pain I've been causing you. I should have just looked at my babies to remind me of the amazing things you are capable of. I hope you'll accept this blog post as my official apology. And as my first step towards accountability. (Granted, I'm probably going to regret this tomorrow when everyone starts calling me FattyMcGee). But I will take it, body. To show you that I mean it this time. You have given me an amazing 33 years, and it's time I give you the love and attention you deserve.
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