Fat Kid Love

In the beginning when Daniel and I first started talking and trying to get to know each other, I discovered that he used to be a fat kid. At that moment things clicked and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this former fat kid. Well not exactly but it definitely made me want to get to know him more, being a former fatty myself.

Now if you've ever been a fat kid you know that it's no fun to go to the pool wearing a t-shirt over your pale chubby body in the summer, to conceal all your jiggle. Well both Daniel and I have been there and we worked hard to lose all that lard on our own, years before we met. Little did we know that what we loathed then would actually play a positive role in our relationship down the road.

Before Daniel was in the picture I had created a list consisting of things I wanted in a guy. And on this list were several trivial things that really wouldn't make, or break a deal, but things that would be nice. Things like, watches ESPN (I ending up getting more than I bargained for) and a guy who works out, sort of to keep me accountable to work out. This because I never want slack and get back to being lazy, drinking super sized cokes and eating super size fries from McDonald's every single day (which I did at one point in my life.) What I didn't know was that I would soon start dating a guy who possessed every single quality on my list, plus so much more.

Now I didn't have former fat kid on the list (if I thought about it then maybe I would), but I'm so glad I married a guy who knows what it's like to wear the fat pants. We definitely can identify with each other. Daniel is so disciplined about running everyday which keeps me motivated to run as well.

Everybody knows that once you get married it's so easy to put on a few pounds but Daniel and I have a little extra motivation to keep it off, we graduated from fat camp years ago and we're doing everything in our power never to go back.

A break up letter to Diet Coke

Dear Diet Coke,

We have had an off again on again relationship for the past six years and it's time we said goodbye for good. Yes you've brought me through all-nighters, nail biting football games and more, but you've become a problem not worth fighting for. I blame my high school who first introduced me to you for such a cheap price. Mr. Dee the snack salesman tried to warn me, but the infatuation had already begun, and I soon found myself addicted.

Addition is a powerful thing it will leave you digging between couch cushions looking for change and emptying old purses in hopes of finding a quarter. Paying in pennies would be a low point and I have to stop before I find myself there. I've tried to refrain from swiping my debit card for the grand total of $1.50 but it's happened more than once adding up month by month.

We have had an unhealthy relationship and it needs to stop. It's not me it's you. Your no good for me, you rot my teeth, and empty my wallet. When I have tried to quit you in the past you've come back with vengeance and have given me headaches that just bring me right back to you, but this time it's different! I've figured out how much you've cost me and it's much more than your worth. So now I'm armed with coffee as I say farewell old friend, I'll see you in the gas station but never again in my hand.