All those years... those years of gradually transforming from the conscience-laden evenings of nightly bowls filled with delectable frozen cream to the guilt-free days of yogurt sans fat. Wasted, wasted time and psychic tweaking...
Why, why now?! The unfairness of it all. Now, when I have my offspring already. Now, when I'm at an age in which a prerequisite for maintaining a half-decent weight is daily exercise, HARD exercise, like running a few miles -- if I want to eat like a normal person, anyway. Now, when I'm having to consider that my family inheritance, uncontrollable cholesterol, will zap me in mid-stride if I don't watch it like the vulture it is... why now??
Ah, well. Such is life.
For those of you who still care and can afford to -- go ahead. Grab your pints and spoons. Feel your eyes roll back in your head with ecstasy as that cold sweet stuff slides down your throat. Get pregnant.
G'head. I'll be over here with my yogurt.