After a brief fantasy of giving up, eating like crazy, and finally reaching 300 lbs., I decided to go with option #1, diet and exercise. I'm weeping inside already, but I'm just not ready to embrace the idea of crossing the line into true fat-dom. I can barely stand chubby-ville as it is.
And so, in order to fully immerse myself in the spirit of fitting back into my clothes, I have developed a few key inspirational phrases, such as:
*deep cleansing breath*
A bowl of Special-K is just as delicious as a donut
Splenda really does taste just like real sugar
Size 14 is not the new size 4
*deep shuddering breath*
I do not require chocolate to survive
*tears welling slightly*
Exercising will give me more energy, not sap my remaining strength and will to live
No one will look at me funny in the gym because I don't wear $200 gym shoes or the latest high-tech sports bra
*final cleansing breath*
In a few short years of hard work, I too can look like Dita Von Tese
*and exhale*
