It started at the beginning of all the ‘end of the world’ pandemic bs.
All these girls vowing to come out of hibernation 1000x hotter.
Do the Chloe ting workouts, have a slim waist and a$$, eat keto now, don’t eat carbs.
But I liked pasta, soft pillowy goodness. Now I see 352 big ones in a handful of pillowy goodness.
I look at my dinner plate like a poker table in Vegas, pluses and minuses>
I’m winning big, if i include the run I’ll do later tonight and this mornings sit up ritual.
I think I’d be a good card counter, ’21’ style.
But it’s really okay, I’m fine.
The weight is still there, just relocated from my belly to my brain.
I’m okay I promise.