So my recent food habits have me feeling like Usher...so these are my confessions. (imagine a velvety smooth baseline)
Listen to Usher "confessions pt II" before you read this if you can't imagine the tune.
Just when I thought I could say all I could say, I go and eat 10 pieces of french toast in one single day/these are my confessions/man I'm lost and I don't know what to do so I gotta give you part two of my confessions/
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all/ damn near cried when I ate that pound of bacon/ man I'm lost and I don't know what to do but to give you part three of my confessions/
This gon' be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do/ at night dreaming and talking to myself "just eat you know you to"/ I think I told you that last midnight I was creeping in creeping in/ the fridge and everything you know I'm eating it/
First thing that came to mind was sweets/ second thing was I probably need something salty to eat/ Third thing was me wishing that I never did what I did/ feeling horrible shame/ and only with myself to blame.
I feel better. Thanks for listening, bloggers...I could only do that in song. The wounds are still too raw just like the bacon was.
I've eaten about a tub of butter in 2 days, 2 packs of bacon, 1.5 loaves of bread, a container of maple syrup and honey. I have a problem...That's the first step.