Fab What? Tubes of Death Will Not Beat Me

Back in the day like four weeks ago, I always ate a 4th meal. Often it would be fast food. I just did it without thinking-like a habit.

I went to a gas station that has a full kitchen of good eats. I loved their hot dogs, and their muffins are the size of my hand. Often I would get nachos, a hot dog and a burger-sized muffin.

I went inside today. I passed the rollers and those tubes of death were yelling at me. I could see little arms reaching out to me. "Eat us" they chanted.  They somehow seemed more plump then usual. The berries on the muffins seemed bigger too.

I could hear their chants "Welcome to rollerdom, you know you want us." Wrong! I don't. I will say no to you and yes to life. I don't need it. I thought how I would feel afterward. Full of guilt and failure. So it's a no. Bye. Bye.

Today marks 32 days without having a 4th meal. You go, Fab Jess! ( I like to cheer for myself) I pray for control over food every day. I pray for the strength to eat the right foods. I feed my soul by following God and not by eating a tube of death.

See that. It's my winner strut. Join me.