Lucy groaned, her hands over her stomach. “I’m going to have to avoid Starbucks for a week to balance all this crap I just ate.” “You? I ate the extra eggroll and finished off the ice cream. I’m going to have to be drastic and only drink water with lemons for a week.” “You tried that once, remember? You were the bitch from hell for all of two hours before you caved.” “Well, it was nice in theory.” The both stared at the array of empty containers in horror. “You know, I can always picture myself a hundred pounds thinner and on Max’s arm, but I can’t seem to unglue myself from the fridge to get there. Kinda makes me think I’m not as into him as my body likes to tell me. If I was, I would probably be doing a lot more to make it happen.” She frowned. “Don’t beat yourself up sweetie. You know as well as I do that you can’t and won’t change until you’re ready to. You have to be doing it for you, not for Max. And until then, we’re gorgeous, curvaceous beauties who will find men to love us just the way we are, not contingent on if we lose a hundred pounds.”
