…with myself. I say I want to be healthy, that I want blood sugars that are under control so that the option of motherhood is open to me… and yet… This morning, I ate a donut AND oatmeal AND I have a mocha in my hand. What the hell is wrong with me? I am so self-destructive. Who needs to cut when you can slowly rot your insides with delicious delicious sugar? My addiction is so SO bad. I am at a loss today…
In MUCH better news, I am ordering a darling dress from the super cuteness of Cherry Lisa. This makes me happy.
Je suis un ananas. Téléfrançais anyone? Anyone?
(Source: sweetandviscous)