Being without rich food depresses me.
I've always thought that I've got self-control and will power and all those things, and this diet thingy'd do me a world of good. Whenever I ask for food, though, I always get a fruit. OK, maybe a vegetable. Or some rotis. The side-dishes are good, thank god. Dieting isn't fun.
I'm beginning to hate papayas and guavas. And apples too. And carrots, and cucumbers and tomatoes and just about everything.
I'm being strict, I'm exerting great control on myself, it's all fine, but hell, what's the fucking point?
What am I working SO hard for? For good health, fine. Other than that? Everything feels so empty. If I eat really well, I get at least a few minutes of contentment and a kind of happiness. But what does dieting give me? Or what would dieting give me? A slim figure? What's so great about a slim figure, anyway? What am I working so hard for? What's the use?
I was single even when I was slimmer, and I'm still single. What's the big deal? And I don't think it's doing anything great to my self-confidence either. What the hell.
Garfield's right. But then, he's never wrong.
So, good news is that, Garfield and Friends is on TV everyday. Bad news is that, it's at 12.30 pm, when I'm NOT at home. Really bad news, this. I've been missing this guy for ages now, and they don't let me see him. Sheesh, heartless people out there.
Coming back to my diet, I'm considering more exercise and less rigorous dieting. Sheesh, my tongue's going to start bleeding if I don't stop torturing it with the so-called healthy stuff anytime sooner.
More exercise. Exercise is always fun. Has always been fun. Because, exercise, to me, is dance. Dancing alone, dancing to great music. It's great fun. I LOVE exercise. And I love walking from the library to my home. That's fun too.
So, less diet, more exercise, all right!