The Enemy of My Enemy is a Bonbon

I ate a bonbon.

It had to happen eventually, what with there being a box of white bonbons in the house. Do I feel guilty for it? Absolutely not, which may be part of the problem. Here I am lifting weights, exercising and trying to get into better shape, and I go and sabotage myself with a bonbon. And let’s not even going to talk about the bowl of ice cream I just finished. It’s too traumatic and I’m not ready to discuss it yet.

The point is, sometimes I’m my own worst enemy. Though as my own enemy, I might be in good company. Apparently my father is in cahoots with the enemy, because he’s the one who bought the ice cream. And LilGrey too, cuz she bought the bonbons. *muwah!* (love thy enemy?)

But if I’m my own worst enemy, and junk food is my enemy too, then isn’t the enemy of the enemy my friend? And doesn’t that mean that the bonbons are my friends? And if the bonbons are my friends, then why are they out to get me? Why are they out to thwart my plans of fitness and good health. How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends!

Sheesh. With friends like this, who needs enemies.


Abez is a 50% white, 50% Pakistani, and 100% Muslim. She is also chronically ill and terminally awesome. She is the ever-lovin Momma of: - Khalid, a special little boy with autism - Iman, a special little girl with especially big hair -Musfira, an especially devious baby Spoiler, Abez is also Zeba Khan on

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