My love affair with pasta has to end. Pasta has been in my life as long as I can remember. Pasta has brought me a lot of joy and comfort through out the years, we have shared many special events together and pasta is always there for me. The love I have for pasta has become an addiction, I think of pasta constantly. When I’m tired, hungry, angry, happy, sad I want pasta. I have caught myself starting at my children’s plates during dinner hoping they aren’t going to finish it so I can have their left over pasta. I have waited until the kids are being tucked in and then gone into the kitchen to eat pasta left overs right out of the pot. Tonight, I overindulged and then went to step class. Bad move. It was at the moment I could barely lift my leg for a four repeater (my step class lingo) that I realized the love affair has to end. So here goes:
Thank you for the satisfaction you have brought me all my life. I am unable to control myself around you. I love you too much and it is for that reason, that we can’t see each other anymore. You can’t stop by my plate as a “side”. You may be able to come in smaller portions but my self control just doesn’t exist around you. It is time to say good bye. Remember you are perfect just the way you are. It’s me, not you.