Hiding in the Shadows

I bought some bathroom scales on Saturday. Bad idea, yet good at the same time. Bad, because I've found out exactly how much I weigh, and it's about a stone more than I thought. I'm horrified... Good because it has shocked me into actually doing something about it.
Now, I'm not going to go all out with the salad diets and going to the gym 6 times a week. Firstly, I like nice food too much to give it up, and secondly, I can't afford the gym membership. I'm just going to cut out all the snacking - the crisps on my break at work, the chocolate while i'm at my desk, and the occasional snacking on coco-pops while watching tv in the evening. Instead of the gym, I'll be making more of an effort with that dance DVD. At least twice a week would be good. The DVD does say 3 times a week for 45 mins. Well, I'll start small and work up. There's no rush to this weight loss thing, and besides, I'm unfit - 45 mins would kill me off completely. As long as I can see that number on the scales going down gradually, I'll be happy. I'll be content. I'll keep it up.
The adverts and slogans say to get a bikini body by summer. Well, I'll get mine, but will aim for next summer. Next summer will be known as my bikini summer.

	This is my space to air my demons, where no-one knows my name. Here I sit, quietly, hiding from the world.
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I hide beneath the black clouds of my broken soul, The soul that holds the love that is left, And the clouds that hold the life we could have lived. A twisted love runs deeper than the blood in my veins. But the past still exists, so please dont try to walk away. My broken soul is all you can see, and the black clouds will always be here. As I stare at my reflection through shattered glass, I take a look into our past. Will you ever realize how I feel? Our past can never be forgotton. Im still beneath the black clouds, Hiding from my misery. The love is still there, but the life has dissapeared. Do you understand what im trying to say to you now? If I told you I love you, I meant it with every breathe. If say I need you, I tell the truth. The black clouds are full of my pain, and my broken soul is all that I have left. So I will stare at my reflection through this shattered glass, and hide beneath the black clouds of my broken soul, The love still exists, and I wonder, What happened to the dream that we both could be living... ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~*~
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