July 19, 2015
There's been a book on my desk for years. It's about physical fitness, eating right, the works. I always nudge myself to go on and read it, and apply its teachings to my life. But every time I'm out I end up thinking of cookies, a sandwich, a cupcake, a bag of chips, candy. Anything that will make my tummy happy. And I'm writing this here because I have just been staring at myself a few hours ago and thinking My God My Legs Are Huge. So later when I think of pizza I'll summon that thought, maybe.