11/11/08

Don't Let The Door Hit You On The Way Out - An Open Letter

Dear Fat,

It's time for you to go. We've had a bad run for the last 6 years since the car accident. You are like my loser brother that I let sleep on my couch so long that it seems like you are gonna live here forever. I've hired the Lindora movers to get you the hell out of my life.

I know it's a drastic step to have to Lindora help get you out but I have tried so many times on my own and it never worked. This is it. I am 25 years old and I want to live a long healthy life. I don't want to be a fat bride that has to huff and puff up the church steps. I want to have healthy pregnancies and healthy babies. I don't want to have kids to see what kind of food to maintain the level of fat I have. I want them to be healthy and active. I want LJ to be healthy too. Before he met me he was on the right track but you were the horrible fat elephant in the room that dragged us back to the bad habits.

I hope to never see you again.

Sincerely,

Looking at smaller pants.

P.S. I would like to thank Goddess and Jess for being inspirations.

P.P.S. I've been on Lindora since Thursday and down 10 lbs.

3 comments:

Maxie said...

good luck! and congrats on the first 10 lbs.

Goddess Adrasteia said...

Woo hoo! Go, Mel. Go, Mel! *cabbage patching 'cause it's the only exercise I get*

I like how you call out Teh Pudge as the enemy. For me, it's always been like that old f*** buddy you just can't get rid of. It's there, it's familiar, it's terrible but dependable.

In any case, I'm proud of you and keep up the great work and motivation!

magda said...

Wooo! Happy news indeed. Good for you, and good luck! Keep us posted...