over and over and over. again

Mantras. I don’t have many. Or any really. Nothing I say over and over and over again to make me believe (insert whatever it is I need to believe here).

I don’t do yoga. I don’t meditate. I’m thinking maybe I should.

Here’s a start. Of me. Mantra-ing:

Nothing (milkshake) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (thin mints) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (nutty bar) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (mmm creamy pasta) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (mashed potatoes) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (fig newtons – KIDDING!) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (margaritas) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (pizza) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (chicken wings) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (beer) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (fritos) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (anything with cream cheese) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (straight up cookie dough) tastes as good as skinny feels. Nothing (carmel & cheddar popcorn – you bastard!) tastes as good as skinny feels.

Hmmm! I sooo wanna be a believer, but I’m pretty sure this mantra’s not gonna work. Just saying’

Also wondering…what’s for lunch??