Why do we have to be connected? I don't understand. It took me many years to even realize that we were connected, that you and I cannot live without the other. I had to stop killing you so that I could live.

Here we are three years later, still struggling. You are bigger than you have ever been before. If I put you on a scale, I fear you would be 150 lbs.

None of your pants fit. Your belly fights for freedom from the constricted space in your jeans. A roll goes over your jeans top when you sit. It was never there before. Even your bra is too tight. A 36 is no longer sufficient.

All of this happened, or got worse, because I decided to make you eat food. I decided that you needed a metabolism for once in your life. And what happened? Your stupid body stored everything you ate, because it was starving for so long.

Now, look at us. We're disgusting. And I'm stuck inside you, a prisoner.

God help us get through this.

Regards,

The Mind