I know, I know...I deserved it. You looked the other way during that first...and second...batch of cyclops cookies, and when I had Rudy's BBQ brisket, turkey, AND sausage at the church Christmas party. You even ignored the fact that I skimped on some of my workouts.
I took your generosity for granted. I got greedy. I tasted all of Mary Kay's cookies and even ate a couple of Reese's peanut butter trees. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when I stepped on you and discovered the five extra pounds. After all, you had given me lots and LOTS of chances. I knew better. You were more than patient with me...more than I deserved, that's for sure.
But...COME ON!! It's been almost TWO WEEKS now!! I've been so good...focusing on eating healthy again...sticking to lots of veggies...watching my portion sizes...working out SIX days a week, not just five. At Darla's party, I just had a small slice of that yummy carrot cake and only two slices of the brisket, even though I think it was probably the best that Tom's ever smoked!
You'd think that would count for something! But no...the five pounds are still there, sticking like the cream cheese icing on that carrot cake. What more do you want from me??
Will you EVER forgive me?
