Me & My Private Demon…
HIM: It’s the Super Bowl, Order a Pizza.
ME: NO! I don’t eat processed food. I don’t eat between meals.
HIM: But it’s the Super Bowl. No one has to know. Robert’s swimming…., Eat the Pizza hide the box. You’ve done that a 1000 times… come on… Double cheese, pepperoni, sausage….
ME: NO! I would know.
HIM: Yeah, but you can rationalize it to yourself. You didn’t go any Super Bowl Parties, you’ve been so good for so long, what’s one little cheat?
ME: ONE CHEAT TOO MANY!
HIM: Come on… Just click on Domino’s Online… and Build a pizza.
ME: Well Okay… (Go to Dominoes online… build a HELATIOUS PIZZA…. click on Weight Watcher’s online)
HIM: What are you doing? You didn’t order it.
ME: Because I’m not your bitch anymore.
HIM: Of course you’re my bitch. You’ve been my bitch for years… ribs billi, ribs, barbecued ribs, ice cream, Haggen Daz….
ME: Haggen THIS…. BROCCOLI… I’m eating BROCCOLI.
HIM: Who eats broccoli on Super Bowl Sunday. Not even white people would do something like that. You’re no fun anymore…
ME: And in this case… THAT’S A GOOD THING.