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I was supposed to resemble a goddess.. glistening and glorious with a majesty, grace and beauty no one could deny.. my tresses were curled in a tangle of desire around my dewy golden face. I glided into the room. The party seemed to pause ... then I heard my husband's booming voice "Christ love, you look like an oompa loompa, how much of that fake tan stuff did you use?"
Today is destined to roll out in exactly the way it will. I will keep focussed, I will keep positive, I will motivate and encourage all those who I encounter. I am determined that this day will be smooth and wonderful for all of those I encounter.
They had started to crumble. the mortar was weak. the edges were chipping, cracking, busting apart until soon the very foundations would be destroyed. a lazy comment, a rebuff, a rebuke ... this was kryptonite to the health of US.
I'm forever making plans. Lists are coming out of my ya-ya. Making plans gives me an extraordinary sense of freedom, even when I'm stuck day in - day out on the hideous 8.16am to the city. As long as there are plans afoot - I'm alive.
I made an executive decision - that means I made it on behalf of everybody, assuming that this was the right thing to do in the circumstances. That's why we had an enormous piece of black forrest cake. Coz you'd gone to the loo and I was in charge.
It doesn't care to be structured, nor contained. It can't abide rules or regulations. Infuriated by routine and order..alas, my brain cares only for flitting and skipping.
It was woven as cleverly as the bayeux tapestry - her web of lies. Little inconsistencies that mounted and mounted, knitted together to make a complete double life.
It was the shape of things to come. Not quite round, not quite oval and yet you could call it neither oblong nor hexagonal. One thing of which I was quite sure was that all was not square. It would never be so as long as she persisted with this behaviour.
I went to the gym yesterday, I'll go today - I find great comfort in the place. I have some of my best ideas for writing while I'm pounding away at the treadmill or indulging in a pump class. I've worked in plenty too and love helping people feel better about themselves. What can I say I LOVE THE GYM. Fairly dull and earnest of me today, I'm afraid:)
she couldn't make head nor tail of the figures. it simply didn't add up. she'd done all the right things: exercised, ate smaller portions, cut out the carbs, killed the grog and yet still, the figure in the mirror loomed large. she would still be a figure of fun.
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