Emergency exits

Ok, ok,  I have an inner fat girl. I met her while vacationing in my basement. She emerged like Seymour from the movie, " little shop of horror". FEED ME!!!  Something inside me broke and let's just say cellulite and my little muffin top was born.
  
As i sit here on this stale smelling bus, surrounded by all these people.. I have come to the conclusion that all foods good or bad need to be eaten, enjoyed, talked about and disciplined. My motto is just let it all hang out and see if it comes back to you... Lmao!!! Ok, I kidd!! But I'm sure that's what you all are thinking anyway.

Am I not alone in my weirdness? Would another weirdo please raise your hand?!?! I can't be the only one reaching for the emergency exit but falling short by the beauty of a cupcake or the burn of an iced cold Dr. Pepper (say what)

Conclusion: 

 I've decided to add a new addition to my blog that allows you to see my quirks called 'Confessions"  They are there for you to hopefully laugh at, find that you  relate to and or just nod your head and keep your comments to yourself. So here is my 1st official entry

 #1 confession 

My inner fattiness has a name...

So, i gave her a name since she is sensitive and doesn't like to be referred to as (whisper)  fat.... Therefore, i named her Charli.  I think Charli misbehaved this weekend as she scarfed down a pancake sized hash-brown, steak and egg whites, and a Red velvet Belgium waffle drizzled with a cream cheese sauce at the Terrace Cafe while visiting my dear Aunt Valeries. Whom I should say fell off the wagon too..  Oh and shout out to my Cuzzo Mo... He's the serial plate cleaner. Spotted right next to Charli getting it in. 

So back to Aunt Valeries.. she introduced me to the wonderful world of a 100 calorie pack. It's a tease in a flattering package. I thought it sounded like a good suggestion but I'm not sure how Charli would cooperate with this... She would be grounded from all the other things she loves that aren't in favor of that thought.. And that makes her unhappy.

I mean this girl who lives deep inside of me eats like food is running away and will never be found again. I'm in desperate need of an emergency exit.