and i’d start with some peeps. i don’t even fucking like peeps. but they’re here at work and i would destroy them with my jaw bone and molars.
or whatever a cool word for teeth other than teeth is.
don’t get me wrong. this diet has worked.
i got on the scale this morning and fist pumped. because i’ve officially lost 27.2 pounds.
so one would think that seeing results – and good ones at that – would curb my need to stuff my face with anything that comes across its path. but apparently not.
and eating my feelings doesn’t mean i’m sad. in fact, i’m in a great mood. i’m in a jubilant mood where happiness abounds and i want to eat massive amounts of cheese and cake balls.
or perhaps just a cheese ball. which would be awesome.
i’m not going to do any of that though. if i ate something i shouldn’t – it would create a dangerous slippery slope and i would somehow gain 27.2 pounds back in a single sitting.
i know it’s not possible, but somehow, with my luck – it would happen.