I’ve been in the pre-diet stage for a few months now, it’s pretty tiring. A pre-diet is when you’re constantly declaring to your friends or significant other that you’re “starting a diet tomorrow, for real” right before tearing into a large pile of wings or pizza. Oh man, I’m so there. I’m trying to ignore it by blaming it on the season, and anytime I feel truly shitty I just make puppy-eyes at my boyfriend and ask him if he loves me, but I can’t go on like this forever. Pretty soon my ass will form its own zip code!