If celebrating someones weight loss surgery with a table full of dessert and a bottle (or 3) of wine is wrong, then baby, I don't ever want to be right. Nothing says "Congratulations for finally getting off your fat ass and doing something about your weight" like chocolate covered strawberries, cheese and artichoke dip, cakes, baked goods and fried deliciousness in assorted varieties. I know I should be having eaters remorse, but my inner fat girl is saying...what's left over from last night? So, I didn't fall asleep in a sugar induced coma and wake up with a face covered in pink cupcakes or a face full of chicken wing dip, but I did wake up to a burp that tasted vaguely like whipped cream cake and immediately smiled.
If there was ever a party to say goodbye to all the foods I love dearly, last nights party was it. Between the pictures, the wine, the laughter, the card game that no one paid attention to, and being with some of the people I love most in the world, I truly realized that if I were to stay exactly as I am today, people would mean it when they say they love me just the way I am. That alone makes it easier to become something different.
I'm not gonna lie though, the perfect, tiny assorted cheesecakes that were like food porn for my mouth are going to be VERY hard to say goodbye to. I'm just sayin'.
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