You Don't Know Me . . . Don't Assume I'm Fucking Up

Sis 1 here . . .

So I agreed to a February challenge to not eat refined sugars. WTF?  February, really?!  But,  since I don't eat much in the way of refined sugars usually, this is not a big deal.  It's now becoming a big deal though because the trainer who created this challenge doesn't seem to realize that he isn't the only one that knows nutrition.  (Yes, Sis 2 . . . I know he's your trainer and a nutritionist, but he pissed me off today.  It doesn't help that it's FUCKING MONDAY and I feel like SHIT.) 

Here's the deal . . . I HATE for people to tell me what to eat, how much to eat, and when to eat it.  I'm a grown ass woman . . . I know all that information.  Also, because I do have health issues, I have to watch it and I calculate everything. And I have done this with my own DOCTOR and NUTRITIONIST.  If I decide to eat something like a donut, I have to cut something else out to make room for it.  I know this and I practice it religiously . . . actually more than religiously, because I'm not religious (another blog another time).  So, when I say, I'm going to eat my chocolate on Valentine's Day, I don't need toj ustify it to you or anyone else, and when I say I'm not giving up my coffee, you should be saying, "Thank God, we can all live longer."  Because trust me  . . . me without coffee is not a me you want to know.

Until next time, keep it #sassyandsarcastic . . .