Letters to Myself

Dear Self,

Yes, I am well aware that you made an apple pie from scratch again tonight. But bitch, you can't keep complaining about the weight gain and how the only pants that fit you are maternity pants again. And to top it off, you got seconds. Ice cream with it both times. You need to learn self-control and put....down..the..spoon.

You've been put on notice.

Regards,
Self