This minute, I'm about a size 12. I feel relieved that I'm not a 14 right now, but I do realize that I'm only one or two trips to Popeyes away from going back there. I choose to not go there (and by there I mean Popeye's) for four reasons:
1. I've decided I love myself even more than I love fried chicken, and I really love fried chicken.
2. Eating too much fried chicken is an act of self-hate, not of self-love.
3. Even if I consumed enough hoodia and ephedra to cancel out the weight gain effects of fried chicken, I may still have a heart attack or have to take prescription drugs, and I really hate
prescription drugs.
4. I'm so tired of this cycle and ready to try something different. I'm committed to freeing myself of it.
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