My Letter of Intent

Dear Body Fat,
Your days are decidedly numbered. It's time for us to part ways, because you're holding me back. Am I making myself perfectly clear? We're through. That's right, I'm breaking up with you.
You've been making my legs and tush all jiggly for the last 20 months, quite easily. To say that I'm not pleased with that fact is far more than an understatement.
Done, over, outie for good. Consider this your eviction notice, and take heed of my saying I'm taking my body back from your fatty control. No more nasty empty calories to feed you, no more sugary snacks, no more junk food, no more big portions. Bur most of all, I'm callin' it quits with liquor.
I hope I make you miserable, Fat, because you've made me just as miserable. So this is the end of our story. DONE.
If you'd like to change yourself, that's a perfectly acceptable option. So make your decision, and if you're down for my new program, you make damn sure you report for work-outs, and you be 100% committed to the mission. We start tomorrow.

Unkindly yours,
Caitlin



Hey Momma -
This one's for you...since I know you're reading now, and all. Hopefully I'll hold your interest and make you proud. The possibility of entertaining you is just icing on the cake.