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There's a lot of that going on.
I will share one today.
Every time I get a personal sausage, onion, olive, mushroom pizza at Foodworx, I put a lot parmesan-preservative-fatty goodness on it. When I shake the container ferociously (the pungent cheese gets stuck on the
lid all the time), my arm fat vehemently wobbles.
Now it's ironic because I hate my arm fat and all the other fats on my body for
that matter. I would shave them off if I could! Every time I get a
pizza, I get an unwelcome reminder of the existence of those corpulent blobs
appendaged to my arms, and even though they flop with no restraints, I NEVER
hesitate shaking that damn cheese container even if it is at the expense of my
conscious and ego.
I sadly eye the thin girl with the small salad at the checkout line, and sigh at my own compliances to my unhealthy cravings.
Maybe that's not completely irony, but that has to say something. lol
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