Temptation

Day Five of the Cat Food Plan brought to mind a familiar word to pretty much anyone; temptation. No matter what anyone does, it always lurks — Devil-sent to persuade us to give in to urges.

I’m falling apart, folks.

I had the customary garbage for breakfast and it took me over an hour to force it down my throat while making the same face a toddler makes when they are forced to take liquid medicine by their mommy.

I want my mommy.

The sit-ups, one-seventh of my routine are causing me major fits. Several times in the past couple days I have suffered major muscle cramping (like a Charley Horse) in my abdomen. Sometimes they flare up after a sneeze, a laugh or even trying to get out of bed. The stabbing, searing pain is nearly homicidal.

This treacherous diet brings to mind suicide.

I know many folks think I’m being too melodramatic but here’s the thing. I can’t help how it makes me feel as hard as I try to help it. It makes me very sad and depressed and I am never sad or depressed about anything. If life is rotten, it makes a person think crazy things. I even disregarded my final two meals of the day because at this point, not eating is better than eating freakin’ cat food!

God save me!