Men

Today's subject is PIGS, or as the above title, AKA, Men. I'm tired of them. I'm tired of the way they are and the way they think, and their immature, crippled, childlike way of thinking. I'm tired of how they always are waiting for the "something better," as if they have something better to offer. They don't. Today's men, especially around my age, are so stuck in not wanting to grow up. Time to take down your sports team paraphernalia, your random pieces of furniture you picked up on the side of the road, or your older sister gave you, and time to wash the cover you have over your futon...IT STINKS!

You may be thinking, what does this have to do with food. Well, I'll tell you. I've had an epiphany. I can't tell you how many times I meet the boy and get all giddy and butterflies in my tummy, and can barely eat, and am so motivated to eat healthy because I wanna look good, and I don't wanna be a pig on the date, etc., and then go to all my comfort foods when I realize this is going nowhere, he's an idiot, or worse, he stops calling, and I can't figure out why...no warning, no reason, just fell off the face of the Earth. Well, no more. I'm sure you can relate. And if you can't, I'm thrilled you've found the exception to the rule. Hold on to him.

Recently I've had two experiences that fit into the above descriptions, and although I was disappointed, I realized that turning to my comfort of eating will not make me feel better, but sticking to my plan will. And if they ever see me again, they will see how happy I am, and how good I look. No loss here, and I'm not gonna let it push me into a place where I feel worse about myself. You're already left questioning, "was it something I did?" I don't want to add to it, "why did I eat that?" I'm not giving someone that much power over me. And the best "revenge" is living a sweet life. And I've got that. So thanks for the memories...and the lessons. Moving on.


Even THEY get it...a little!