It's been three days of the scale laughing at me. That thing is demon possessed. Actually no it is not, I have discovered that the fat on my body as it is mine, has developed a personality akin to mine. I can hear it saying:" What's that you want me to do? Go? No way chica I am quite comfortable here and if I want to go I will. Until then, just know that I am the boss and I am having fun hanging out"
This is my response: " Listen here fatty. You had 3 years of hanging out. If this was a relationship I would expect a ring at this point. I have fed you, let you sleep when you wanted to, put on your favourite programmes on tv and even covered you up when you were embarrassed to be seen out in public. But. Listen. To. Me. It is enough and I have bigger things on my mind other than your discomfort. I have been carrying you for all this time but I am not doing it anymore. So you can throw a temper tantrum, complain when you are tired, give me a headache when you are craving but the joke is on you as I MADE YOU and I am going to say goodbye to you. I will wait you out, I will not give in and I will smile and giggle on the inside everytime a part of you goes. This is my time, my year and my life.
Find someone else's life to control.
