Ugh... Diets

      Day three of my grusome, repugnant diet is upon me.  What is a diet anyway?  It should be illegal.  It should never be spoken of woman nor man. Ugh.  Diets. 

     

      I find myself in a struggle as I search for my long lost tennis shoes.  A pair of pink and blue Nike's peek out from under a pile of clothes.  The shoe laces hang off the shelf, isolated from the flip flop community that has settled there.  Moans of agony come from the pit of my stomach out my lips as I slip them on my feet.  Pink and blue Nike's fit perfectfully. 

   

      I feel taller. 

   

      The treadmill is a bully.  I believe that I am slowly walking my way into it's good grace.  Barbells befriend me.  Stretching brings consequence from the unforgiving choices of double cheeseburgers.  The chin up bars look down on me, snickering.  My sports bra shifts all directions.  My jogging pants which are to fit loosely feel like leggins.  My tank top won't stay on my shoulders.. and.. did I just hear the eliptical machine whisper "your a hot mess".  Ugh. Diets.

   

     McDonalds glares at me as I stop at a red light.  It's golden arches burning through my windshield.  The drive through menu is extra bright.  They must of finally fixed the lights.  Why? Why now? Sonic flipped me the bird this morning because I didn't stop to have my usual breakfast.  I shrugged my shoulders with guilt.  I abondoned them.  They never abondoned me.  They were there for me.  They comforted me.  I no longer need them in my life.  Want them in my life. Have them in my life.  Ugh. Diets.

    

     Water bottles replace Dr.Pepper on the top and bottom shelf of my refriderator.  Water cleanses my soul.  My mind. My spirit.  I need spirit right now.  A strong one.  The elevator no longer sees me. No longer feels my finger on it's buttons.  No longer hears my quiet singing as I go up..and down.   Oh how I miss arriving to my classroom, not winded.  A bouncy ball replaces my leather chair that allowed me to roll across my desk area.  My back becomes angry.  Ugh. Diets.

             

                                   I can do this.  I'm a no matter what woman.  I am strong. 

                          But I still want a cupcake......with fat free icing and sugar free sprinkles :)