Late Night Stories

These are the kinds of stories I tell myself late at night. Late at night, when I'm the most susceptible to un-diet like behavior.

Story One:

Scene: Kitchen being repaired. Blinds temporarily removed. Clear view from neighbors’ home into kitchen windows. Correction---clear view from skinny neighbor’s home into kitchen windows. 10:49pm.

Dieter: I don’t care. Let her see me pouring myself some wine and popping some popcorn. I wouldn’t be her if you paid me. Control freak. Skinny bitch.


Story Two:

Scene: Raiding the fridge. 10:52 pm.

Dieter: I don’t care. I don’t even want to be skinny. I like being fat.


Story Three:

Scene: Popping popcorn once again at 11:02 pm. Melting real butter to pour over popcorn. Pouring large glass of white wine.

Dieter: Well, if last Saturday night was any indication, my husband thinks I’m sexy. Very sexy. I really don’t need to diet. This diet obsession is crazy. At least my hubby thinks I look great. And dammit, I do!

p.s. I still have 8 pounds (from 19) to go to reach my goal. Sigh.