How it starts
This is how it starts
This is how everything starts; you look in the mirror and for the first-time frown. There's something you don’t like about yourself. Maybe it's your hips or your stomach or your thighs or your chest. But you just know your skin doesn’t look quite right and you also know the fat equals calories and calories equal food. So, you decide, you know just what to do; this is how it starts. You cut soda first, then carbs and most sweets but soon enough that’s not enough so you cut juice too. But your body isn't shrinking like it promised. So, you skip breakfast. You skip breakfast for the first time. This is how it starts; you tell yourself and others you're not hungry anyways. And that by the time your body wants food, it's almost lunch time. It's just fasting, and you'll be fine. Maybe you'll have a coffee or a meal replacement or tea. But unless it's noon you refuse to eat, this is how it starts. You start to see results, you realize results, so you make it a game. You make something feel worth something. How long can I go before my stomach caves in how long I can go before I let hunger win. Three o'clock. Four o'clock, six, dinner time. What's your top score a day well try to beat mine, its five days by the way. And for some twisted reason that feels great. This is how it starts. People tell you you'll get sick. Your heart will weaken. You'll die so you get scared and give eating a try. But the damage is done. Food tastes bad, it makes you sick. You can't reverse it. If it's anything but rabbit food chewing is merciless. And once you start up again. YOU GAIN IT ALL BACK. And it was all for nothing. The lost energy, the stress. So, you do it all over again and this time you know how. You wrote your own guide, jotted everything down. This is how it starts. This is needed for weight loss. God, forbid it ends with you on the floor
