
To the scale. We have a love/hate relationship. Right now I hate you. Very much. Let’s start loving each other again. Thank you very much.
To Fibromyalgia. Now is not the time to cripple my body so that I can not stand up straight. Pain relievers need to work right now. Muscles need to function. I am trying to love my scale again. Thank you very much.
To Rocco. I will walk you to help aid in my weight loss. But for the love of all that is good and holy- do not pull me behind you. My pain wracked body cannot handle it. Thank you very much.
To my love of sugar, carbs, and processed food. Please, please, please start tasting repulsive. It is so hard to resist you and oh how I need to do just that- resist. Thank you very much.
To swimsuit season. Can you please be kind to me during Spring Break? Spring Break is supposed to be a happy, let’s have fun time. Not a depressing, I am so fat and pasty white time. Thank you very much.







To the Olympics that for some reason finds it necessary to stay on television until 11pm at night- 30 minutes after my bedtime. Seriously, you are making me exhausted while I stay up past my bedtime to watch these amazing athletes. Thank you very much.


























