Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I had been on the phone with the mortgage company and was feeling rather stressed. I was slamming things around in the kitchen and immediately my mind went to the decadant cream filled cake still in the fridge.
"Self medicate, self medicate" it said. Boy there was an internal battle of wills going on here, between the Fat Girl, the Skinny Girl inside of me and that darned chocolate cake. I needed to feel its creamy goodness sliding over my tongue. That would make me feel better about the mortgage phone call, sure it would.
"No it won't, don't let others' negative attitudes sabotage your good day." Skinny Girl replied.
"But I need to just have a bite of it, just a small slice," the Fat Girl said.
"No!" the healthy, just-walked-a-mile Skinny Girl replied. "That's it!" Skinny Girl grabbed the cake and mashed it into the garbage can, right on top of a poopy diaper. "Just try and dig it out now!"
Fat girl can't breathe, her heart is racing, I need cake! Give me cake.
Skinny Girl is having a cup of tea instead.