Instead, I’ll just offer some highlights: Seven halfhearted rounds of Weight Watchers two days each of every crash diet you can think of two juice cleanses training for and running three half-marathons and diet pills that were basically prescription meth and made me such a raging lunatic my now-husband threatened to call off our wedding if I didn’t stop taking them. I could fill an entire book listing, in chronological order, my failed attempts at weight loss.
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