But I’m not a player
(I just crush a lot).
Eating Dis-order and Food addiction is the player…
I’m the mofo coach.
I’m forced to participate in this insane game…but I call the shots.
Wait….maybe I’m the ref?
I mean, I am having difficulty with my pants lately. (0;
Honestly….I’ve always been a cheerleader.
But that….doesn’t really work in this metaphor, huh?
It’s all very confusing.
Point is – Half-time is over. Back to work.