Once upon a time, long, long ago, a young woman locked herself in her office for about three months to write her first book. She almost failed that particular semester at college, went to sleep with pens and books tangled in the sheets around her, and only ate pre-prepared fatty foods because cooking took too much time.
Instead of the Freshman Fifteen, I gained the First Book Fifteen. I’ve been fighting with that same fifteen pounds ever since. I’ll lose it and keep it off for a while, but eventually it will spring back and stick to my hips and thighs once more.
Luckily I never seem to gain more back than my fifteen wittle friends, but they’re enough in my opinion. Maybe one I’ll stop fighting with them and just say “Okay! This is my body. I accept it.” I respect women who do that more than I can say. I’m weak and I just keep fighting.
So, Weight Watchers here I come. I start today. Again.