The Fat Teenager Inside

Yesterday I got some taquitos out of the freezer. Behind the taquitos was a box of chocolate ice cream bar things (no idea what they're actually called. Fudge bars? That sounds right.). And then I thought, "Hey. I like those things. I should eat one." So I pulled it out, unwrapped it, took two bites, and then realized that I didn't actually want to eat it. I hate when that happens. So of course I had to eat the whole thing cuz if I threw it away that would be wasting. I wandered around my house slowly eating it and wondering how this happened. It was then that I became aware of the fat teenager that is inside all of us whether we like it or not. No matter how fit or nice you are on the outside, there is always this evil fat little being telling you to be fat. Even though I really like spinach. It still tries to convince me. Anyway. The moral of the story is to beat up the fat teenager because it is evil. And always eat your spinach.