Worst Diet Ever.

Um, I mean worst dietER ever.

I don't get it. It all started off good. Half a bagel brushed with olive oil and an all fruit smoothie...and then...

I went on a bad food eating spree. For real. I have been shoving pizza, BBQ, coleslaw, cupcakes...ANYTHING in my face that I possibly can. I am confessing my foodsins now...please forgive me thighs, butt, and gut.

Hi my name is Fat Bride Slim, and I am a emotional/stress/boredom eater. This is the badge I wear in the center of my big fatty fat ass. Thankfully, I have only been relapsed for a few days, but still. It weighs on me like the size 14 that is still in my closet "just in case". After you have the first horrible decision of the day....baked mac and cheese topped with BBQ (hey stop judging, it was DELICIOUS) it just kinda snowballs and I decide the only way to not eat bad anymore is to eat all the bad in the house...FAIL. So now, it's dinnertime and I know that the entire day is a wash...so why not just order fried chicken and french fries and start from scratch tomorrow with the promise of a good day.

Damn. Mama wants fried. Stat. I need a bad wedding dress experience to make me healthy again. Dang Sabine made me feel all pretty and awesome, now I'm cocky and don't want to trim up anymore. I need a bodyguard for my fridge, someone to protect it's contents from getting in my belly. I will then need that bodyguard to chase me down the street for preferably 2-3 miles so I will exercise too.

So here goes. Tomorrow is a new day. A day where I will do SOME form of exercise and not eat everything in my house (mostly because I ate it all today).