Friday, February 15, 2013
I've decided I have had enough of you. You and I have had a tumultuous relationship and it's time for you to go now. Break ups are never easy however I'm feeling pretty confident that I have got the decision right on this one. You are a bad sort.
It is always take take take with you. You are always demanding fatty, sugary foods from me and I have delivered. I have purchased you new, rather unattractive clothes to accommodate your expanding girth. I have even made up excuses on your behalf when you have caused me to miss out on things that I would have liked to attend or do! You have sneaked in a healthy dose of lack of self confidence to boot.
Now I ask, what do you give me in return? A fat arse, a crappy wardrobe and lack of energy springs to mind! I think that's a pretty poor end of the deal.
So for the next 12 weeks, you and I are going to begin our separation with a bang. As you know, I have my 30th approaching and I have decided that I do not want you tormenting my 30s, as you did to a lot of my 20s. Following this, there will still be a lot of work to do in extricating ourselves from eachother. But oh, it shall be done!
So right now, just to hurt you a little, I am going to go for a swim. Not one of those ones that you and I tried last week that lasted for 10 minutes. This week I am putting in the hard yards and you will be a little weaker by the end of it!