I want out of here! Away from blubber! Removed from fat! I am committed today. I’ve prayed for help, and now I’m going to do all that I can to earn it.
Number one thing is to have Allen lock up all the Halloween candy. Don’t laugh. I’m serious! If it’s locked up in a suitcase, it’s almost as if it’s not there. I don’t find myself wandering in every five minutes to see which yummy little morsel I can devour, what “fun size” bar I can discover. I don’t have to ask myself which of my children’s bags of goodies I can shake up, fluff up enough, to hide the fact that I took more out. No, it’s locked up. It’s not there. I can’t get it. I don’t think about it. Except for maybe… I find myself shaping old bobby pins into cute little… suitcase-type keys.