Have you ever read a review or an article about someone where the author is so harsh and cruel you physically cringe? Well I have one of those authors living in my head (don’t we all?) that loathes me. Over the last couple of weeks the reviewer possessed my body and attempted to sabotage all of my progress. Meanwhile, my new fit persona was trapped inside, fighting to get out. It’s been a real life horror story inside and outside of my head.
The possessed body walks into a gas station and smirks at all of the danishes and doughnuts and begins to make it’s way to the Honey Bun stand.
Fit persona screams, “STOP RIGHT THERE!”
Possessed body, taken aback, stops mid stride.
“Do not, I repeat, DO NOT touch any of that junk. Look over there, there’s bananas.”
Possessed body looks, rolls it’s eyes and grabs the largest cheese danish on the stand.
Back in the car the possessed body opens the wrapper…
“STOP. It’s not too late, throw it out the window!”
Possessed body rolls down the window, looks and then stuffs the cheese danish in it’s face, devouring it like a zombie.
Fit persona cries….
My mother always taught me that kids didn’t have to be out of control monsters; “spare the rod, spoil the child” kind of thing. She said that kids should have a healthy fear of their parents and always rolled her eyes at parents that acted like victims of their children’s behavior. So, it looks like I’ve been sparing the rod and playing victim to my inner fat kid. Now that I’m back, it’s time to instill some fear.
P.S. Thank you for taking the time to fill out my survey, I really enjoyed all of your answers, especially the advice portion.