Body goal.

Body goal was all I ever thought of. In the morning when I woke up, it was in my mind. When I had my breakfast, it was in my mind. Even when I took a shit, I still thought about it. When I slept, I slept to it; and when I woke, I woke to it.

It was the last day of my two weeks holiday, and I still hadn't lost weight. I promised myself before the two weeks that, I was going to lose weight, but I couldn't achieve it. I jumped down my bed with a sigh, walking straight to my wardrobe in shaky steps as I got my bra top and put it on. I picked my phone from where it was charging close to my reading table. I set my phone timer to thirty minutes and began to jog on a spot. When the spot began to hurt, I began to jog around. It wasn't up to twenty minutes before I became tired and felt the urge to stop. But, I used the timer to keep pushing myself as I kept on jogging. "Just a little more," I whispered to myself every now and then.

The very instant it hit thirty minutes and my timer began to beep, I fell to the floor as my knees had weakened. It was almost as if I couldn't walk anymore. My entire boy was shivering. "Beauty is pain," I tried to assure myself as I laid on the floor panting.

It really was pain.