I woke up today feeling fatter than ever. Don't know how much I weigh, I'm afraid to know but that's stupid. I know the stuff that goes through my mouth and my lack of any sort of muscular activity is to blame. Matt says I shouldn't start any sort of regime that I'm not likely to continue forever. I know his right. I just don't see how I'm going to manage doing something from now until the day I die or get incapacitated.
So, we all know that diets are the hardest to stick to. Movement is a more likely solution to this little fat issue I'm having to deal with. I've walked before. Long distances. It's not a big deal to me. The problem is the time during which I can walk and the routes that I can walk without fear of strangulation by a strange man. The women criminals are rarely violent here, they're just crafty. So I've analyzed my options. They're not that many. I shall have to bid goodbye the midnight chapati's I've come to love. No more creamy sauces for my vegetables.
I'm not sure that water works. They say it does, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything for me.
I think I'll take Cole Phifer's advice and free myself from the 'Captivity of Negativity'. As soon I get positive about being healthy and stuff like that, I'll start to shed the unnecessary fat from my body.
Or will I?
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