But, my “nooner” with McRib was worth it. Our motel was the front seat of my car and the foreplay was opening its box.
Without my usual dose of fatty foods and sweets, I am also losing my desire for those bad foods. Don’t get me wrong, I’d still kill for a large pepperoni pizza but I am losing my desire – and addiction – to foods that aren’t good for me.
I realize now how much food has been part of sports for me. I am learning to enjoy it without the calorie orgy that usually ensues. I am not going to lie: it’s tough as hell.
I am turning 40 years old in November and I need to lose the massive tire wrapped around my torso. It’s something I need to do for my health and my well-being. Me and my fat are done. I’ve had enough and our relationship has to end.