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Day 10 - Your Guilty Pleasure

FOOD - more food - and FOOD!!!  I want to say, just kidding - but, I am not.  I love food - I think about food - I savor food - I enjoy food - I crave food.  It's a very difficult problem for an old fat woman - because if you want to control yourself, you have to find foods that are not going to cause you to become an even fatter woman.  You have to figure out what food you can enjoy. You have to find out your limits.

The next guilty pleasure is Diet Coke.  I drink it way more than I should drink it - I even drink it more than water.  It's not that it's delicious - cuz it really doesn't have a lot of flavorful taste - but, it is so dang refreshing!!!

My final guilty pleasure is everything girlie.  I love a facial.  I love a massage.  I love a manicure.  I love a new haircut and color. I love to get my eyebrows waxed and shaped.  I love a pedicure.  If anything, I love my pedicure the very most.  I love to stick my feet in that warm blue water and have my feet scrubbed, my toes buffed, my cuticles cleaned up, my calluses and cracks buffed down and my nails painted - and added with a cute little flower added to the big toe.  There is nothing better than feeling like a girl.  I really didn't become that high maintenance until after George died - until then I really didn't pay much attention to things like that.  But, once it was discovered, I found that I was the truest of all girls.

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  1. I had no idea about the girly thing and I too love that stuff so maybe one day when you get a pedi you can invite me along :)

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  2. Food Food Food!!! A girl after my own heart!

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    1. I know, but you have a cute one - I just have a fat one!!

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  3. Hey! I Love Love Love all things girlie too!!!!

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