I must….

Obese – That word, such dread.  What did I do to deserve this?  I feel ridiculed by just the connotation of it.  What can be worse than to be labeled.  When one thinks of obese people, one never thinks it’s reversible.  No, it’s a “condition”, one that lasts for a lifetime.

How many times must I start a new exercise program, a new diet, and a new “way of life?” before I become me again.

When I look at magazines and see the me I want to be again, it excites me.  Yes, I can wear that racerback after-workout dress that makes that model’s legs look so thin.  I can go to the gym for an hour a day five days a week, sweat and purify myself.  I can walk slowly up the stairs, do my workout, and then bounce back down, full of confidence, charm, and charisma.  I can even play a vigorous sport.  And before I know it, the energy I produce from all this exercise will break the blood-brain barrier, and I will think faster, be a true conversationalist, and even be impressive.  When all is said and done, I will even be able to write that novel, publish it, and people will read what came from my head.

I can, I will….

I must.