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Ironie

I just stuffed my gullet with peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies and downed them with a fat glass of milk.   I wasn’t really hungry.  In fact, for all intents and purposes, I really didn’t want to eat the cookies.

Hmmm…

Furthermore, while I stuffed my face with these less-than-gourmet treats, I sat on my fat behind and read the first three chapters of French Women Don’t Get Fat.   (Damn the french!)
Why?

Je n’sais pas.

I simply don’t know.

I just wanted to point out the ironie.

But, I basically just poisoned myself with high fructose corn syrup and cheap sugar.

If you are not sick yet, I am.  (Literally.  I feel really gross.)
Anyhow, if I stick to reading the relatively uppity, but seemingly practical, dietary smash by Madame Guiliano, I will let you know.

For this evening, however, I will just continue to berate myself as I count sheep.

1-sheep-your-a-fool-2-sheep-your-thighs-are-like-tree-trunks-3-sheep-you-have-a-jellyfish-for-a-belly-4-sheep…

Bonne Nuit.

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2 Responses to “Ironie”

  1. melisa Says:
    July 18th, 2009 at 11:03 am

    You must stop this self hatred. I forbid it. You are hereby instructed to take pride in yourself — your grace, your beauty, your talent, your rockin’ dance moves. And if you don’t like the shape these things are encapsulated in, let’s work on changing it. But do not hate.

  2. Administrator Says:
    July 18th, 2009 at 11:30 am

    Thanks Mom!

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