So, sometimes I need some inspiration to keep the flab down.. I go into cycles with my food you see: I love it, I hate it, I love it, I hate it. It is like a bad marriage with passionate make-up sex that lasts a couple of evenings, and then back to “I WILL NEVER TALK TO HIM AGAIN!”.

I know, I know.. it is not healthy. I know.. I know all that about body image, loving yourself and all that. I do love myself, but I like myself a bit more when I am at a healthy weight with a tight pair of buns. Tell me you like yourself equally when you wobble like a jello on a tray and when you resemble a firm apple, and I will not trust you again.

Sometimes, I need a bit of a push. In the past it has been hated coworkers (do I need to dwell into this one?), or being single (the typical diet of vodka and cigarettes comes to mind).. but what do you do when you have a loving husband (damn you Dominix!) and a fairly stable environment with little stress?

I present you, The Diet Instigator. 

Yes, I can be very shallow, thanks for asking.

Song of the moment (YEAH BABY! YEAH!): Shut up