Today I am very sad. Sad comes in the form of a huge cheese roll and a giant cake.
The other day I was glum. Glum, that day, was triple chocolate cheesecake.
Now these emotions are doing nothing for my quest to get back in to my pre-pregnancy jeans. Nothing for my cellulite either. What's a slice of cheesecake you ask? Nothing when it's a slice. When it's half a cheesecake...
Why do I have to eat my emotions? Where has my willpower gone? Why do I have seven chins and not one?
The answer is below....
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