In the end of things, it's all my fault. I'm not disciplined enough to eat the way I should. I eat, but most times its stuff thats terrible for me, but oh sooo tasty. Soon, when my metabolism says sayonara the joke will be on me. I'll be a fat cow and a doormat. Wahoo! I'll be begging for my metabolism, the same one that I trashed and called names for so many years, to come back. Possibly with tears of desperation while eating a whole bag of delicious M&M's. Damn you metabolism, for all your past AND future transgressions. Damn you!