I just got off the phone with my new doctor. Apparently, my cholesterol and lipid numbers are starting to creep up. I am now under doctor’s orders to eat a completely fat free diet.
Uh.
Can I pitch my temper tantrum now? No more Ben & Jerry’s! No more sitting in front of my computer shoving cookies down my throat. No more double cheeseburgers at McDonalds….
Hey. Wait. This might actually be a good thing, considering how I’m always bitching about how much I weigh. Perhaps if I cut out the fat, get off my ass and doing some walking, I might be able to get the planets that are orbiting my big ass to find a new home on some other poor and unfortunate soul.
Oh yes world, I will be thin. Now that I got a doctor twittering in my ear that I need to go fat free, it seems abit more serious than a sarcastic whim after looking in the mirror.
Wish me luck, cause I really have no other choice in this matter now.
