Mitz and I decided to lose weight because I don’t know. We just decided. Hell, come on. Gaining at least one to two pounds is considerable amount for any woman to claim a panicky, “OMG,” and spontaneously declare a No Carbs day. While I was thinking of a million things to do to shed off the extra fat in my hips, Mitz bought slimming pills.
“Even if you’ve been taking those, they might give off bad side effects. Like your sleeping disorder.” I told her.
She bought three boxes. Who am I kidding? I, too, have sleeping disorders. I ordered those Slim Mints from O on the assumption that they, too, bore mininum risk. I heard that they made Nicole Richie the walking corpse that she is now. And they’re $7 per can. Wednesday was Vanity Day. No slimming sessions but curling eyelashes, manicures and pedicures. We were so tired after that our brains were no longer listening to our feet. Those pairs took us around the mall and even found themselves at Abeseria Restaurant.
So much for any declaration. This is probably the only relationship I have that involves a lot of arm-twisting.
Carbs. I wish I knew how to quit you.
**photos of Abeseria restaurant were taken out because of the hosting site’s offline mode. Will update with new photos soon.