Two pounds too many

To the two pounds I gained this weekend:

I simply cannot accept you; you must be banished altogether. I have some suspicion as to how you both got to me. But, let me retrace my eating steps. Was it the huge torta I ate with my husband's grandmother downtown on Saturday afternoon? It was certainly delicious, and I shouldn't have devoured it all. Except, I could not throw it away, particularly since Dona Blanca had paid for it. But, it had to have been more than that. I do remember stuffing my face at the Carne Asada get-together at my brother-in-law's house on Saturday evening. That certainly could have added on the pounds. And maybe, just maybe, the huge pasta dish (with all the side salad and bread sticks) I ate at the Olive Garden played a key role, as well. But enough of my eating remembrance.

What is my plan of attack to rid myself of you? I walked for 30 minutes on Monday and Tuesday, and I jogged for 30 minutes yesterday. Yet, you all will not leave. I am truly vexed and unhappy! What must I do to expiate my consuming sin? Drink water? Eat lite? I am recommitting my life to eating in moderation, and not letting my over zealous eyes have the best of me.

I don't know how long it will take me to cleanse myself of you, but I will be victorious in the end!