Hey Britney Spears,
You say you DON'T want to lose control (calorically speaking), and lady, we TOTALLY feel that. We love that on your upcoming tour, you've banned junk food, essentially imposing a restraining order on cookie dough ice cream, along with hot dogs and pizza. You're basically declaring some of our favorite foods "toxic." It's you against the music against a meat lover's pizza against cheesy breadsticks. Britney Spears, you are JUST LIKE US! If we're within a nautical mile of cookie dough ice cream, we start getting the vapors. Sometimes we skip the rice aisle at the supermarket because just seeing Uncle Ben's name reminds us of JERRY, and suddenly we're bringing three empty cartons of ice cream to the cash register. (Don't laugh, dear reader. You KNOW you've done it too.) We've also been known to buy a cylinder of the Pillsbury stuff straight up with all the intent in the world to bake it, until we get one whiff and of the open package and proceed to consume half of it before anyone's noticed, just narrowly avoiding salmonella. UGH. WHY DO THEY MAKE RAW COOKIE DOUGH SO DELICIOUS!??!
HOOOO boy. Where were we? RIGHT, you've effectively declared those goodies DTY (dead to you), and we're impressed with your outta sight/outta mind diet regimen. And isn't the acronym WWBD (What Would Britney Do) the mantra we should all be following? IT IS). Maybe we can go together to test out Slimmons Studio for some light cardio together? I'll listen to my iPod chock-full of Britney and you can listen to your inner monologue (same thing)?
Yours in fitness and celery stix,
Us