Bathing Suit War

I struggled to pull on and stretch a bathing suit I fit into last summer....oh dear lord. I was pouring out of all the wrong places and it made my rolls have rolls. I could not breathe or even move in this evil torture device.

After ripping my way out, and playing with the idea of just cutting myself out, I hung it up on my wall. There, a solid reminder of the way I USE to be and how I want to be again. But for some reason not even that could hold me back from scarfing down a quarter pounder with cheese and fries for dinner.

So here I sit, staring at that bathing suit, wanting to make it feel the pain it has put me thru. Can I make my bathing suit fat? Or maybe I'll just attack with a pair of scissors until there is nothing left but the shreds that are equal to my will power right now....