The truth that lies beneath

I get up early in the morning – or at least early for me. I feel the exhaustion of a long demanding week, it’s Friday but the upcoming weekend won’t give any relief I already know for sure. I look in the mirror; see the small changes I’ve been through, more mentally than physically. My body hasn’t changed much – I could analyze it with analytical precision but I still have to admit these are just minor differences that could also be the result of natural changes in my body stats.

Being obsessed

I have been collecting my ideas every single day for the past few months and it still feels so difficult to sum it up. Should it be positive and encouraging or realistic with a hint of irony? It all depends on the purpose of my writing. I could share my experience as if it was a journey which is challenging but also difficult with unexpected relapses or an almost impossible fight against my nature and the world.

A rollercoaster ride

I have been like this before – many times to tell the truth. I have plenty of ‘before’ photos I could share, I have analyzed myself a lot in the past four years, recording huge amount of data. I thought that might be the ultimate solution to overcome my struggle with weight problems: recording everything in great details so as to find the truth beneath the surface.