I want 20 lbs to be magically sucked out of my body. In the right places, of course. Nothing would be worse than to have it be sucked from my boobs only.
I want a bigger house. Three bedrooms for my husband and myself, one 6 year old princess, one 13 year old rebelling teen and one 11 year old in-between forgotten about but good child is just not big enough.
I want more money. I have to have enough money to make sure that I can have Danielle and Alexis’ birthday party the weekend before Christmas and still be able to give the girls a good Christmas. What was I thinking of when I opened my legs in March when I got pregnant with both of them? What was God thinking of when he gave them to me on the same day (although 7 years apart?)
I want a big fat piece of New York Cheesecake.I know that is counterproductive when I want 20 lbs of fat sucked out, but hey… it’s my want, ok?
Can I have cheesecake AND Lose 20lbs too?!
Mmmmm, cheesecake.