Ever since my post about Mark Cuban a couple of weeks ago I have been eating hotdogs like crazy. I have to be honest, I like hotdogs, but in the year preceding that post I had probably eaten 3 or 4. In the two weeks since, I’ve eaten more than 10. I had one for lunch both yesterday and the day before. I bought a package of wieners and buns to keep at my office. The wieners are gone, but I still have two buns left, funny how that happens. I have plenty of mustard left over as well.
I’m going to have to stop. I can’t continue eating hotdogs at this pace. I can actually see myself getting fatter. It’s not just the hotdogs; I’ve been eating horribly across the board. It’s the donuts, the skittles, the nachos, and the damn fried chicken. Today is the day. I’m stopping. Alright, maybe not, but I’m definitely slowing down. I’m going to join a Weight Watchers group. I’m going to get my girlish figure back. It starts today. If you see me with a hotdog in my hand, smack it away.
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