ThanksGivingFatty

I didn't want to over-indulge on Thanks Giving

but

it happened anyway.

The boyfriend's mom cooked for us all day

and

by the time we actually got around to dinner

I couldn't wait to plow through

all the deliciousness I'd been smelling.

I wanted to throw up

after I'd gorged myself into a food coma

but

with family in the next room

I held the mountain of fat inside me.

[then took laxatives before bed]

By morning they'd worked most of it out of me

but

I still gave in.

I'm not really mad at myself.

I've behaved very well these past weeks

and

worked out this afternoon.

I suppose one day won't kill me.

Now, though, it's back down to business.