On my kitchen table is a container holding slices of marbled pound cake. Yes, buttery, chocolate swirled pound cake. As anyone who knows me well can tell you, I am a sweets junkie, not a good thing for a fifty year old, fat, type II diabetic to be.
But I have not touched it, gazed at it longingly yes, touched it no. For me that is a Herculean feat, akin to climbing Mount Kilimanjaro naked, drunk and coated with oil. I will seek out sugar free treats when we go shopping next and do my best to not be lured in by the aisles of sugar and fat laden things that make it hard to keep my diabetes under control and even harder to get back to my normal weight of around 200.
*Holds up hand* Don't EVEN tell me that is still too fat, I was born with TRIPLE the estrogen of a normal woman and as a result will always be round. Two hundred is a good weight for me and I need to get back to that.
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