I have a confession to make.
I'm not the person that you think I am.
I know that we've been together for a very long time, and that we've been happy. I think that we make a really good team together--I know that it's really enriched my life, having you around. Maybe I'm just afraid of commitment. Which isn't fair to you, though, because you've been there for me every day over the past few years. But sometimes it's just hard to keep the passion alive, you know? It used to be that I was so excited to come home every day, to know that you'd be here, and that we could make dinner-- spend a little time together before I got back to work. I guess...I've just been stressed out lately. In a rough place. So...I turned to something else.
I cheated on you, diet.
And I think it's only fair that you know.
Don't get me wrong! I mean, I wake up to you-- cottage cheese and pineapples, or eggs with bell peppers and reduced fat cheese- every morning. And there's something about you, yogurt, that really makes me happy. Like that thing you do with those strawberries. It's so cute. And spinach...how could I live without you? I mean, you're so constant, and so versatile at the same time. Always leaving me room to grow. Steamed? Sure. Sauteed? Of course. Raw? Go ahead! You've never tried to hold me back, and I really appreciate that. It's like you totally want me to be who I want to be.
But with me and chocolate... there's just this.....chemistry. I can't explain it. Chocolate's animal magnetism is just...overwhelming. I mean, I've never felt this way about any food item in my entire life. Just knowing that there's an open, half-full bag of chocolate chips in my pantry sends tingles up my spine...I mean...God, it's all I can think about. I know what you're thinking-- but this isn't just a physical thing. I...I think I love chocolate...
But...at the same time, I know I can't end up with chocolate-- in the end, I know I'll get burned...
I think I just need some space for now, okay, healthy eating? Just until I get things sorted out for myself...
I'll give you a call. As soon as finals week is over.
I'm not the person that you think I am.
I know that we've been together for a very long time, and that we've been happy. I think that we make a really good team together--I know that it's really enriched my life, having you around. Maybe I'm just afraid of commitment. Which isn't fair to you, though, because you've been there for me every day over the past few years. But sometimes it's just hard to keep the passion alive, you know? It used to be that I was so excited to come home every day, to know that you'd be here, and that we could make dinner-- spend a little time together before I got back to work. I guess...I've just been stressed out lately. In a rough place. So...I turned to something else.
I cheated on you, diet.
And I think it's only fair that you know.
Don't get me wrong! I mean, I wake up to you-- cottage cheese and pineapples, or eggs with bell peppers and reduced fat cheese- every morning. And there's something about you, yogurt, that really makes me happy. Like that thing you do with those strawberries. It's so cute. And spinach...how could I live without you? I mean, you're so constant, and so versatile at the same time. Always leaving me room to grow. Steamed? Sure. Sauteed? Of course. Raw? Go ahead! You've never tried to hold me back, and I really appreciate that. It's like you totally want me to be who I want to be.
But with me and chocolate... there's just this.....chemistry. I can't explain it. Chocolate's animal magnetism is just...overwhelming. I mean, I've never felt this way about any food item in my entire life. Just knowing that there's an open, half-full bag of chocolate chips in my pantry sends tingles up my spine...I mean...God, it's all I can think about. I know what you're thinking-- but this isn't just a physical thing. I...I think I love chocolate...
But...at the same time, I know I can't end up with chocolate-- in the end, I know I'll get burned...
I think I just need some space for now, okay, healthy eating? Just until I get things sorted out for myself...
I'll give you a call. As soon as finals week is over.
1 Comments:
Ok, so I pop in on your blog every so often and I have to say... I cannot stop laughing. Freaking hilarious!!!! I was on a diet a few months ago that sucked but I found a new one. It is called the "eat whatever you want" diet. When I want something, I eat it. So okay, maybe I'm taking this "pregnant lady" thing a little too far. But I've got an excuse for the next 5 1/2 months. And hey! Finals are one of the best excuses in the book to cheat on a diet. So you have your chocolate. Speaking of chocolate... hmm... I gotta go... :)
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