This Christmas I feel blue mostly because of the extreme weight gain that I had these few months. Instead of losing the fat, I have been piling this and this is now showing me in the worst manner ever - in my Christmas clothes. I wonder whether I can make it in time for next year to lose at least 4kgs so at least my dress would not bulge out so obsencely and I can wear my bomber jacket without wondering so much about the tightness around the arms and the apparent fact that I am unable to zip the jacket (moan, wail, bemoan).
I have to give this all up. This misery of not being perfect. I guess I just want to look beautiful, fit and graceful. I want to be a picture of health. This has been a burning desire of mine this while year but somehow I seemed to be waylaid out of the compass.
I think therefore I am... thus I shall think and dream of myself being slim, lanky and tall with long leggy looking legs. I shall picture this in mind right near the RM8800 salary that I am dreaming up next year. I want this to be a reality. I want to look slim and be able to wear all the beautiful clothes that I have bought and have been hiding in my closet.
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