What am I Doing Here?

Sweet Dreams

If you want to get ready for bed, go ahead. This blog is something that I am losing focus on some times.
I would like to lose weight. I have felt the waist area on panties and clothes getting tighter. I am thinking that my wardrobe will. be stretched to the limit in a few months if I don't find a way to tell those unwanted pounds bye-bye.
Ok. Ok. I eat chocolate chip cookies.
Stan and I have been at Braums fast food place more than once this month. Those 2 scoop hot fudge sundaes are impossible to resist. It is almost like a terrible addiction for us. I see many women walk in that are so big that I swear, "Not me, ever!" and then I go home to weigh myself. (Sound the dreaded music) Those scales must be off. Check them please.
Yes I sneak a cookie at times. But I walk Balto 2 miles in the mornings. I go with Stan at night.
And then I look at Stan when he dresses for bed. Those cute little legs. His nice little tush. His strongman's power of no breakfast resistance. I can't go anywhere without breakfast.
So what's the answer?
Say NO! to hot fudge sundaes. NO! NO! NO!
Someone help me.....please!!!
Hot fudge sundaes are the enemy. They are evil. They taste bad. You will be sorry. Say NO!
Oh. Who am I kidding. I want one right now at 10:06 PM. I'll hide and eat if if I could.
I guess I'll get a size 18 pants tomorrow. Maybe that will embarrass me emough.
Maybe there is a prayer for fat people in church. Naw.
I guess I'll see what happens tomorrow.
As Scarlette O'Hara said in GWTW, "Tomorrow is another day!"
Cue GWTW music,. Fade out.
Go to the refrigerator and eat.
Sweet dreams.