MISS PIGGY IS NOT MY FRIEND.

Tuesday is shivering this morning. Winter may not be officially here yet but she doesn't know.As I chased "I" around Miss Winter whispered "Brrrr,". "Brrrr," yourself I shot back. I wasn't ready for this yet. Back in the house, almost sitting on the stove I grumbled. "She's back." All kidding aside I really don't mind winter that much. I just feel compelled to complain.

I'm moving slower today. I feel like I've gained five pounds since this time yesterday. I am totally ashamed to admit what I have done. Guilt dogs each of my heavy steps. Yesterday was bill paying day. It left me very depressed. I finished up the morning by going in the Dollar Store for cleaning supplies.

Once inside the door my eyes fell on The Little Debbie rack. I made the sign of the cross and moved on. I have been fighting the battle of those pesty little cakes, trying to lose five pounds before Christmas. I felt proud as I swept, bleach, soap and numerous items into the cart. I meant to make a left turn but made a right. I found myself staring at the candy section. I swallowed hard. I willed my basket to roll but alas it would not move. My eyes fell on the packages of ten small candy bars for one dollar. "Wow,". Talk about a bargain. Inwardly I fought the pig in me. But Miss Piggy says, "Buy just one pack and eat one a day. They will last for a week." Sure Miss Piggy I should have known your game. Throwing caution to the wind I tossed the candy into the cart. The bills was paid. I was almost broke. I needed some small treat. After all I would only eat one per day. Miss Piggy said so.

Once home I put away everything and quietly smuggled the candy into the livingroom. The Emperor makes grunting nosies when I eat candy. For later I told myself. One small bar. Only one. Later I got a glass of water, my book player and settled out of sight of The Emperor. Turning on the player I opened the package of candy. Taking one bar I opened it, savoring the sweet taste. Then I cannot explain what happened. It was if I was pocessed. I started ripping them bars open at lightening speed. One, two, three, on the number went. After the tenth I looked down at the pile of empty wrappers and almost cried. "What had I done?" Ate the whole thing was the answer to that question. I gathered the papers and slipped into the kitchen, Shame burning my face.

Then I started feeling sick, nauseaus. I stumbled to the bedroom door where The Emperor sat watching television. "I am sick," I croaked. he looked up. "Whats wrong, he asked? My cheeks felt flush. "I don't know, maybe a virus." I stumbled back into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Flopped is a good word for a glutton. "You are weak," I screamed at Miss Piggy. All she had to say was, "Oink,oink. She is not my friend. I am fat, us fatties don't have many friends.

I have tossed my words upward. A tear slides down my cheek. Why am I so weak' I muttered. But the dark barren skies do not answer me back. I see something moving up in Bloglands sky. "Good grief," I cry. "Its the Goodyear Blimp. Its an omen." I walk the walk of shame as I head towards home. I must not eat today. Well maybe I should a little. I'm wondering as I hurry if we have anything sweet in the house. Look out home, I'm outta here.