Outnumbered Two to One

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Tell me I’m not the only one subject to the snacking fugues.

I’m pretty sure it’s PMS induced.

More than once this past week, I kept finding myself in front of the refrigerator with no clue whatsoever how I ended up there, panting anxiously as I rifled through the jars and bottles for something to satisfy those debilitating cravings I was having. Digging in to the back of the pantry, hunting alternately for salty then sweet, then salty again - cookies, potato chips, ice-cream, pizza. I needed it all. And I ate them, without remorse, without a second thought, as if my life depended on it.

Then yesterday it was the donuts. Sweet, delicious, custard filled donuts boxed by the surliest donut clerk I’ve ever encountered. (It was still worth it.)

Maybe part of me assumed that since me and the Wii Fit had become so chummy, she would overlook those slight two pound variations in my weight. Four days of diligent exercise had to count for something, right? Maybe I thought she’d let it slide, that she’d be a pal and turn a blind sensor. I mean really, what kind of friend brings up BMI when you’re retaining water and not able to button your biggest mom jeans. It’s just insensitive.

So even though the Wii Fit and I have a very close working relationship, I’ve come to the conclusion that she is not the friend I thought she was. Sure I’ve been a little icy when she’s asked me to step on, a little aloof when she’s announced my Wii Fit age, but really what does she expect. She crossed the line, not me.

On a brighter note, she does think I have the balance of a 29 year old, although she might just be saying that to win me over again

It’s so hard to trust your exercise machinery these days…

Okay, this week, post PMS, I’m back on the wagon. Consider yourself warned.

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