Unfortunately, slept with Eli again but at least I know why: If I think
back over the week I had toast on Monday, pizza on Tuesday, a huge
subway sandwich on Thursday, bread roll and a Danish on Friday for
lunch, and then pizza again last night! It's no wonder. Sunday, I
wanted the slap of Eli's thighs to calm my carb attack. He wanted the
same. Nancy (his wife) at her weekly Texas Holdem group, the skinny
bitch drinking de-caf and laughing. Eli stuck home with beer and the
grandkid's Nintendo Wii for company, hoping I'd call so he wouldn't
gorge on sourdough pretzels. After only one ring he picked up, drove
here quick as text. Naturally, I am hoping that using the elliptical
machine at the gym twice a week and being somewhat "coy" next time with
Eli will mean that I won't store as much water as usual near the
holidays, (bread products and sex make me retain water like a
sponge). And with that perhaps I will have lost the desire to
ruin anyone else's life.
So the plan is to lay off sex a little, eat a lot less bread and pizza!
Avoid the bowling alley, boycott the pasta isle at Safeway, and stop
snacking altogether! I think I will post a sin diary this week so I can
pay attention to what I'm doing, try and have vegetable soups for
lunch, volunteer at St. Steven's home for the aged, download songs of
real French nuns, singing.
P.S. — I hear that a great new book called Does This Clutter Make My
Butt Look Fat? is a must for anyone who wants to end the domino effect.
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Read MP's story, "Pounds across America — 1990."
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