Gain Some, MUST Shed Some

Usually whenever I have somewhere to go to like Vegas or a concert, I go on a self-imposed starvation  (takes about a week or two), to make those love handles disappear and my body to become little-black-dress-worthy.  And of course, to compensate for all the calories I would be consuming as a result of binge drinking or eating.  It is usually the former. I have about ten days to train my body not to crave food.  Starting today, losing pounds is a must, gaining a deadly sin.  It is an act which over the years has been increasingly hard to muster, almost as if I'm supposed to be putting on weight.  Last time I checked, my weight is still within normal limits.  I don't mind gaining some boost around my chest area or rear end, though. Not at all.

Hard times have fallen.  I hope I can do this.  Food is my enemy for now.  My little clothes are in the closet, mocking me.  I will fit in them. I must.