Really, Facebook?

Thanks, Facebook, for putting an ad on my profile page suggesting I need help with my emotional eating issues. What mathematical formula came up with that little gem? I must have too many food references on my status updates.

I was actually feeling pretty good about myself tonight. I made one small stride toward getting back on track with eating today by NOT finding a candy bar and making it my bitch this afternoon.

A small step, right? Yeah, I know.

Then Facebook pops up with it’s reminder that I think, and write, about food way too much. For fucks sakes, Facebook doesn’t even know about this blog. It would probably add Dr. Phil and those psycho You Docs to my friend suggestion list if it did.

Well, kiss my ample ass, Facebook. I am happy that I didn’t raid the vending machine for a shitty little candy bar today. And that’s the only emotion about eating I plan to dwell on today.

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2 Responses to “Really, Facebook?”

  1. Cathy says:

    Those evil Facebook fucks! What do they know anyway!! And I am cheering loudly for your success today and NOT visiting the vending machine! Oh yeah!!

    • Nona says:

      I can hear you cheering all the way from Maine! And I’ve decided that vending machine can go fuck itself. If I am going to splurge on with calories, it’s going to be on something really good like cheesecake or tiramasu or cannoli or…I’m just going to stop now.

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