Dare you to follow my undressed mind

I am searching for the self-respect I lost during my period of immobility.

Mika (I’ve decided to name my mouth Mika, now, don’t you look at me that way), anyway, Mika seems to think every second she’s not eating is a fraction of life wasted.

 

It’s an understatement when I reply curious questions that all I do now is eat, sleep and read. The proper sentence that reveals the truth would be eat, sleep, read, AND getting fat all the time.

 

I need to take charge and show Mika who’s the boss. I am done feeling dejected with my feeble will power. It’s pathetic when you’re 17 turning 18 and your wardrobe is dreary because you only have that limited choice of clothes to choose from that flatters your body.

 

I hate it when older people give me bullshit that goes  “You’re young so you can afford”. I am young and that is why I cannot afford. I won’t even consider to be young and fat and waste the only highlight in my life where I can be gorgeous.  When I am old and no one cares how I look, I’ll eat all I want and don’t give two shits (:

 

Diet starts today. If I can shed that 10 pounds of fat during mid-year with sheer perseverance in controlling portion and plenty of exercise, I will succeed today. Tho a longer time will be needed since my current state is not made for physical activities.

This is not some hare-brained idea. I am making Joanna and Lynnette join me. You wait and see.

 

I think I’ve made my point.

 

*p/s: I’m still trying to block out the incident in the lift the other day. Father Simon scoffed at me and said “Vanity has a price”. Yes, I agree. And that is why you’re a priest and I am not.

Before I go, Happy Awesome 18th again to Hazel, cookie, Teo!