Friday, 29 April 2011
It's good to have you back. You make everything better, so please stick around for a while. I want to bask in your rays until at least September. However, I would appreciate it if you could be slightly less hot for Glastonbury this year? I dislike sunstroke.
I doubted you. I feared you. But you really do make a lovely mousse, when combined with sugar free jelly crystals, a bit of hot water and a Muller Light. It's almost good enough to make me not crave chocolate brownies. ALMOST.
I bloody love you. Really, I do. I have my moments of doubt, and bouts of restlessness, but on Summer nights, with fairy lights in the trees and good company, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
You never fail to make me laugh. Don't ever change.
You're taking shape now, slowly but surely. Sometimes I resent you for stealing all my money and sometimes I get frustrated and say bad things about you. But you're the best thing I've ever bought and I can't wait until you're finished so I can actually enjoy you properly.
I'm sorry I neglected you for so long. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm at the stage now where I look forward to going to the gym and I enjoy that aching feeling in my muscles afterwards. I've missed that feeling, although I didn't realise it.
You're going to be flat by the time I go on holiday. Oh yes you are. Whether you like it or not, you flabby minx.
Dear Slimming World,
It's good to be back.
You confuse me. Eternally. So I've decided to stop trying to understand you and just let what will be, be. Life's far more fun when you don't think so much and just let things happen.