I might have mentioned this to you before: I AM FAT.
And by fat I mean overweight. I look like a baloon about to burst, an overstuffed sausage of some kind, like a gigantic ball of diabetes(which I do not have, yet..) and it is all my own fault. Why is it so? Let me tell you, I am lazy, I’m the most lazy person you’ve ever met. Well, I can’t guarantee that, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be somewhere in your top five. I’m too lazy to do my homework, I’m too lazy to work out, I’m to lazy to unload the dishwasher and I’m to lazy to look for the healthy food.
Let us look at what I’ve done so far today(I am sick, but this is pretty much what I do on any day I’m not at school antway): I woke up around twelve thirty, can you say waste of daylight? I watched some TV, ate some candy(ice cream and chocolate), read a little, slept a little more, ate half a pizza and went back to my room where I now sit in my bed writing this stupid blog post. I won’t do anything else today. Nothing more. I’ll just stay in bed or in front of the TV. Any wonder I’m fat?
I hate myself. I suffer from ignorance and stupidity. I am lazy. I eat unhealthy food. I never workout. I know all this, yet I lack the self discipline to do something about it, I lack the motivation and the guts to really
drag my ass out of bed and do something about it.
Guess what, I will do something about it! I will start working out, I will keep doing my homework and I will clean my room once a week. Three reasonable goals right? I’ll probably manage to keep up the work for a week, maybe two before I throw the towel in, but I don’t want to. I want to be strong, I want to get better grades, I want to be think, smart, funny. I want to get new friends, I want to fall in love, I might even want a boyfriend. I want a life.
