drinking glasses of soda as usual. wouldn't be able to go down to my ideal body weight in a week, in a month. probably in a year, two years, or never. my dream to sport the sticky figure of the late audrey hepburn remains that, a dream, an unattainable illusion, because i'm nonchalant, lackadaisical. maybe tomorrow, i'll start to be more disciplined, not dance until i drop or do yoga but to wake up earlier on a free day and stay awake because there are errands, obligations, hoovering to be done.and i wanna write more, to dig deep in the subliminal aptitudes, to observe and describe profoundly the most valuable aspects of themes and thesis. let's find time.
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