Diet NRE and True (bodily) Love

Every morning I turn into a bit of a sadomasochist. Emphasis on that latter part. It’s when I step on the scale and that damned thing tells me exactly what I never want to hear. The truth.And every time I turn into that person I’ve come to hate. My boss. You know the type –

Hypocrite

‘I SO desperately need to lose weight!’ Above phrase has been a part of my life ever since my metabolism decided I was ‘big-boned’ (aka, not petitely built and using this as an excuse for excess). And it doesn’t even matter if it’s exclaimed as a phrase to a boyfriend you want to be gorgeous