The big break-up

Dear Peanut Butter,

I love you dearly… your taste, your texture, the way you smell, and just how delicious you are, especially when combined with chocolate. Really, you are a magical food that I adore. However, our relationship has got to end.

It’s not you. It’s me. Really.

I feel that when I am with you, I am out of control… no, one or two tablespoons are never enough for me, I always need more. We don’t have a healthy relationship—it’s not your fault, I take all of the responsibility. It just needs to end.

I know you’ll be fine without me, you are loved by millions. Eventually, I’ll miss you less and less… and I'll be fine too.

Good-bye, dear delicious one. I will remember you fondly.
Grace

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I had my first ‘official’ meeting with my nutritionist yesterday. She and I sat down, talked about my week, I then got measured, weighed, and photographed… I forgot to get all of that information from her before I left, but I’ll be sure to get it next week so I can post it (yes, I am going to post my weight and all of my measurements—I’m not ashamed of any of it, why should I be?!).

She and I went over a realistic menu that I could follow for the week. She’s very accommodating, she had put peanut butter in as one of my snacks (on crackers), but when I told her that I don’t really trust myself around peanut butter, she happily replaced it with an alternative. Excellent. Maybe I can reacquaint myself with peanut butter in the future after I have some practice with self-control, but for now, I feel it is best that we ‘break-up’.

No walking or fitness class today—it’s house-cleaning day for me! I am looking forward to a nice long swim  with my monkey at the CARI tomorrow!