My letter to a binge...
Dear binge,
You just visited me again. You brought all sorts of good treats, Ice Cream, Whipped Cream, Hot Dog, Chips. And these all tasted spendiferous

But you brought about 1000 calories with you, I know you didn't mean to, you're just trying to make me feel better, but really, I don't need those things. They might taste good, but an expanding waistline doesn't feel good, or look good. Food might taste good right now, but being able to do/wear what I want will be more fun later. So maybe next time I am feeling down, you can be a pal and bring me to my livejournal, or to my WISH sisters, or to my yoga mat, or to the pavement to do some running. But please, friends don't let friends eat the entire contents of their fridge.
Love,
Megan
And just a side note to TOM
TOM I HATE YOU AND I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY! Come back when I want to have babies or something but right now, I don't want them and you are just a big ol' pain in the abdomen. And STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE CRAVINGS ALREADY! Enough is enough!