of increasing waistlines

I've been trying to not stuff myself with food. But off late have been just going for it. My ever increasing waistline and half hearted attempts at exercise are just not helping me get anywhere close to the fab body i had imagined for myself.

If only there was a 'pill' i could swallow or order myself a new 'waist'- life would so different.

Tomorrow is another and i stare at yet another promise to myself.Hopefully,my legs will take me for that 'walk' and my mind will stop me from eating every 10 seconds

aahh..the calling of food

'What should be'

I've realized that all us are inherently hopeless romantic.All our lives we aim to be happy. We want to be surrounded by undying love and attention. We constantly crave for that perfect world and every action tries to somehow grab and hold onto the thoughts that we have for ourselves.

Its so difficult to go against what we have imagined for ourselves all these years. We get disappointed when the very thoughts don't turn into reality.When 'What is' stares into our faces very differently from 'what should be' we freak out.

If only we could not be so hard on ourselves and take what we get and grab an old 'what is' and let 'what should be' aside. Life would be so much simpler and easier to handle.