Dear my beloved pasta,

I'm not sure how I let myself get to this point, but somewhere down the line, you got me attached to you. So attached that I can't bring myself to resist you. Whether it be the subtle curve of a macaroni noodle, the curling of my fork through your long, thin fettuccine strands or the way you look with a mountain of freshly grated parmesan stacked upon you, you've made me fall for you, and fall hard.

Once you were introduced into my life, any meal I'd had in the past suddenly didn't matter to me anymore because I had finally found the right one. You were everything I could have wanted in a meal- or so I thought. I now realize that you were too good to be true.

I didn't want it to come to this and as cliche, as it sounds- it's not you, it's me and every good thing must come to an end at some point. Your looks and taste tricked me into forgetting about your bad qualities. I should have known from the start that there were downsides that came with your advantages. Ok, so maybe it is you then, not me.

You're a cheap date and make me feel good at times, but in turn, I eat you every night and have slowly acquired a dad bod throughout my time spent with you in college. You look so good in the moment and give me the illusion that I need you in order to be happy. However, time and twenty pounds later have taught me that there are so many other foods out there that will be in my best interest- unlike you ever were.

Many know you as a comfort food and because of that, you caught me during my vulnerable times. If I knew what was best for me, you wouldn't have been the one. However, I was the fool who followed my stomach instead of my head. Maybe it's because you're everywhere I go. You keep showing up in my life, whether it be at a restaurant, grocery store or pantry, you kill me with your charm.

I don't want you to think that this is easy for me, as it is one of the most painful decisions I've had to make in my life. But with summer around the corner, this is something that needs to be done. I need to love myself before I can love you.

I hope you have a great life and our paths cross again someday. Maybe we can even be together again someday, but until then, I want you to know that no vegetable will ever take your place in my heart- but definitely in my stomach. Maybe the carrots, the broccoli, and the grilled chicken are what I need right now.

Sincerely,

The college student trying to lose weight