You Know You Need a Salad When:A Story by Carol CashesJust a few things I've noticed in the last couple of weeks...You Know You Need A Salad When:
You
have to polish your toenails in a runner’s stretch: one leg underneath, knee to chin and the
other leg stretched behind you because bending at the waist cuts off your
circulation.
Your
friends ask you if you’re using a new product on your face " “Your wrinkles are
barely there, anymore!”, and you tell them it’s a new diet: of Double Stuffed Oreos, Nacho Flavored
Doritos, and Milky Ways. Fat Cells, not
Cindy Crawford’s magic French melons.
Your
Spanx just prevents jiggle, doesn’t change the silhouette, sucking it in can
only be sustained for 3.2 minutes and is now, in your opinion, an Olympic event.
Your
feet are a half size bigger.
You
want to celebrate the birthday of the person who designed the tunic.
You
actually order a salad, but with a side of loaded baked potato complete with
extra butter and sour cream.
Life
has no meaning without mashed potatoes and fried…well, anything.
You
laugh when you step up to order food, say “One of everything”, but you really
mean it in your cholesterol choked heart and wish your paycheck would actually
cover that order.
You
consider everything less than 500 calories to be “diet” or “lite”.
You
demurely refuse dessert…after four breadsticks and a lumberjack portion of
Chicken Alfredo.
You
have to move the driver’s seat back but you claim it’s because air bags can
kill you.
You
finally have boobage, but that “sexy” bra pushes them up under your chin and
they now seem a little threatening that close to your throat.
You
tell your friends you’re “packing” and they assume it’s a gun. They’re right…but it’s really because running
is simply out of the question.
And
this ends all the humiliation my fat a*s can take today, so Bite Me! No…really, take a big bite outta the crime
that has become my body!
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StatsAuthorCarol CashesBiloxi, MSAboutI'm very cynical, jaded, just this side of bitter and the only reason I haven't crossed that line is a good man loves me. I am extremely empathetic, but seldom sympathetic. I can be a ferociously lo.. more..Writing
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