Sugar hates me, or rather, my body now seems to hate sugar. Good, we were never really friends anyway. The backstabbing bitch. It would always seems so nice and sweet and then later it would turn around and hang out with my jackass fat cells. That dysfunctional friendship is over, that bitch is dead to me.
Yesterday, though, I had forgotten all these things and spent some time with some sweet (and supposedly healthy) snacks and a soda (never healthy). Kansas has a similar relationship with sugar but they are still friends most of the time. I didn’t want to break up the fun so I decided to join in. Kill me now. My stomach hurts like a mother. This experience is definitely motivating to not eat bad food. I didn’t even eat that much and I feel like imploding.
I’m going to go get some broccoli.