Tempus Fugit!

To Whom It May Concern,

Dear désespérée de maigrir and not wendy,Thank you for signing in. Wherever you are, may 'Random Chance' bless you!

Last week, with my weight standing still, yet again, my depression levels reached a new all-time high. I hate it when I play by the rules and get nothing in return, it makes me feel like such a sucker! I realise that it requires patience and I realise that, but for fuck's sake, I'm only human and I have things that I want, just like everybody else. I guess some people have it easy and I'm just not one of the lucky ones. I don't think it's wise to dwell on this though. I cannot abide self pity. It's just not practical!

I noticed that there are roughly 9 weeks left of this year and it's 11 weeks until my birthday in January. I have this overwhelming feeling of urgency, like time is running out and I'm nowhere near my goals. I can't bear the thought of another 'fat year'. I have to lose weight! Only problem is, I'm running out of effective solutions. With my food sensitivities, slow metabolism and digestive complaints, my current diet plan is the last resort. My only option is to carry on, as is. Being someone who is stubborn and doesn't believe in giving up, this  should not be a problem! Perseverance and persistence are things that I hold in high regard. When I take a turn for the worse, I just remember to breathe, take a time-out and then get back in the game. Well, time-out over and time to get on with it. Here we go again!

Sincerely,
Cinnamon Brown.