Suzanne Portnoy

Can one think themselves thin?  I have read that such things are possible and lately I’ve been trying it out for myself, imagining that the slightly larger person I’ve become over the summer can fit into the slightly too small trousers that I bought in NYC.  I could swear that I’ve been eating less too although I haven’t been exercising as much as I should simply because I’ve actually found other things I prefer doing, like reading all my friends’ blogs or books or even watching television.  It’s amazing how many excuses I can find for not getting on the treadmill every night.

I could swear I look slimmer too.  So this morning I decided to put my new think myself thin diet to the test and try on the new trousers and they were still too small.  In fact they seemed to be even tighter than they were when I bought them that means that I’ve definately put on weight and not lost any.  This spells disaster as that means that the rest of my winter wardrobe will not fit me either.  So now I have to go on a real diet and not a think myself thin diet.  I have told my son that I mustn’t eat any food after 4pm and that he must remind me of this any time that he sees anything go near my mouth.

‘But you aren’t fat,’ he said.

‘I know I’m not fat,’ I said.  ‘That’s not the point.  The point is that I can’t fit into my clothes and I don’t want to buy new ones.’

‘OK,’ he said.

It never helps that none of the men I sleep with seem to have noticed the change in my body.  In fact my Saturday night date told me that he loves my body.  This is not good.  There’s nothing worse than a man telling me that he loves my body to make me go straight back on the Green & Blacks.  What I wanted him to say was, ‘You’re looking a bit fat today.’  Maybe he was thinking that but didn’t want to admit it for fear that I’d withhold my pussy from him, not that I would have done.  He has a beautiful, big cock.  I’d be a fool to turn that down.  Besides, he paid for the movie.