It's not even about the weight anymore.
It's about the principle.
There are these three pounds that have been hanging around for a little over two years now. They ebb, they flow, but they are pretty much always there. AND I CAN'T GET RID OF THEM.
I've done Jillian Michaels. I've broken out the treadmill. I've done Weight Watchers. I've started eating vegetables.
I've willed them away, with all my might.
But alas, they suck on me like a leach. Only they aren't sucking anything out. They just sit there.
There's this voice in my head that says, Aw, just let them stay. What's the big deal? Why deprive yourself of a glass of wine that is only 150 calories? Life is short! It's only three pounds, for God's sake!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NO I SAY! I shall not let them win!
Hear ye, hear ye, from this point forward, I shall run every day until every last ounce of that last third pound is off. I will run like Forrest Gump. I will run like the wind.
I probably shouldn't have eaten McDonalds today (the fries, oh the fries).
But I'm going to run, damn it.