In the beginning there was food, and the food was good. In fact, it was too good. So good in fact, that somehow, somewhere, food became a substitution for fun. For comfort. For just about anything. It got out of control and before we knew it, it was time to take control. Time to get back to basics. Time to say, "that as we were each other's witnesses, we would never be hungry again!" (Gone with the wind). Just kidding. Let's not get carried away, be realistic and all that crap that comes with re-gaining control of ourselves. Time to jump on the band wagon, take the dog for a walk, take a pill and lock the hostess extravaganza in the pantry. Or in my case, just throw it away. It's too tempting to even buy it at all. Let's admit what our weaknesses are:
Mine: Doughnuts or anything hostess related.
Peace out! Amy
love it Amy! We can do this.
ReplyDeletethat last post was me. haha!
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