A Letter....

Dear Body,

I realize the last year has been hard on you. For 4 months everything I put in you I purged out. I know you suffered dehydration. I understand you must have felt un-used when I quit exercising you regularly. Or at all. The next 3 months I wasn't too hard on you. Though, I did fill you with various sugary substances. Mostly containing chocolate. The next 3 months I did nothing but stretch you to proportions you had no idea you were capable of expanding too. I moved you around like you were a slug, and made you carry quite the heavy load in your belly region. Then I put you through excruciating pain for a few hours and completely exhausted every ounce of energy you allowed. I guess I understand why you feel like failing me at this point in our relationship. For the past few weeks I've tried really hard to only fill you with food that would benefit you. I'm trying my best to exercise you. I know you aren't resting like you should, but that is beyond my control. So, now that I've somewhat apologized, would you be willing to let go of this weight that you seem to want to hold on to? I would be able to run you faster and farther if you would drop some of this poundage. I'm willing to overlook the saggy skin if you would let me fit into my pants once again. Could you do this soon? I'm doing my best not to criticize and hate you for what you look like today, simply because of what I've put you through. But it's hard. Especially the clothing issue. Really hard. Let's work together now. Okay?

Sincerely,
Me (the one that has to be contained inside of you)