Thin-Tin ( September 5, 2012 )

Lately, I've been a little obsessed about losing weight. Maybe not just a little. I'm like a college student cramming for final exams. I feel like I have a deadline. I want results right away. I've exerted so much effort. I've combined discipline and hard work. And after almost three weeks now, I only lost a single pound! I must be doing it wrong.. Or I just don't have enough patience.

I've seen two of my friends, who have given birth, gone through pain and heart breaks, just like I did, but were able to successfully move on looking better than ever. From the way they look today, I couldn't find any hint of stress, or motherhood mess. They look slimmer, prettier and happier. And I am growing envious everyday.

I want to glow again. I hope to look like I've never had pain, or never suffered from the crazy circus of motherhood. I want to look and feel fresh. I want a new me, real soon... I want the new me, to help me move on..faster. I want a kind of hope that will awaken my patience. I want it so bad, so soon.