minalisms

I’m going to assume that all of you reading this are giving me hearty pats on the back and congratulating me for surviving my first day without sweets. Yes, I did it. I dodged gumdrop bullets, rolled over chocolate quicksand and evaded the giant marshmallow man rushing toward me and screaming, “EAT ME! EAT ME!” (I detest marshmallows.)

Yes, today I avoided the landmines of all thing yummy, especially at work, by far the biggest hurdle to my goal. Shame on me for choosing to be a copy editor AND expecting to stay svelte. I should’ve been a dietician, or a personal trainer, or even a stripper. Nothing whips one into shape faster than the thought of oneself’s ass hanging out of a thong in ways it never should.