I have tried to ask you nicely and it has not appeared to have worked, well more to the point you ignored me. So please consider this a stern letter of complaint.
What you are doing just isn’t on and really needs to be addressed. When I was young, care free and not a care in the world you burned every calorie I chucked careless down my throat. When I didn’t know what I was doing and devoured calories like they were going out of fashion complete with sugar coating, you burned the calories off. You even burned the calories at both ends when the only form of exercise I did was skipping to the pub.
Fast forward 20 years and you’re really flaking on your duties just when I need you most. At 20 I didn’t understand you, didn’t care and wasn’t bothered. Now I understand you (well just a little bit), I do care and I am more than bothered. I am eating a healthy diet, I don’t think I can physically eat anymore fruit and veg. Granted I am no Olympic athlete but I do walk a couple miles just about every day. I watch every calorie that goes into my mouth and haven’t drunk alcohol in over 6 years or ate meat in 2 years.
But despite all this you have given up on me and you seem to be travelling life at a snail’s pace. Your holding on to every calorie with dear life and your storing fat as if there is a famine on the horizon. At a time in life when I am noticing things are starting to drop and droop just a little bit more. When wrinkles and grey hairs are starting to knock on my door and confidence is having a bit of a hissy fit, are you there for me to rely on? No. You have abandoned me hook, line and sinker.
Can you please copy and paste this and send it to mine. Ta. V. Much x