Spotted slippers at the lake

SPOTTED SLIPPERS AT THE LAKE

When I was a baby my grandma always told me that it’s the change of the season. I try to tell you what is happening in these days to me: I am totally laziness, I feel to do nothing and starving all the time. When I wake up in the morning I am already tired, it’s like if I haven’t sleep at all (even if I slept 10 hours), and just the idea of wearing something nice/putting make up on/make my hair make me feel bad, I have to repeat to myself that I have to go out (even if there is always a cold air that seems waiting just me), then I spend all the day dreaming when I’ll be back home, in my warm bed, watching the TV. When the hunger comes, chips, chocolate biscuits, schiacciatine (I love it) and croissants are my best/worst friends during these long autumn afternoons. Even if I follow my diet till the 6 pm, just idea of relaxing, enjoying all that delicious food, starts to be in my mind as soon as I arrive at home. I try to say “no, Melissa, if you resist will be easier to go on with your diet”, but I already know that it’s a losing game, I am not strong enough for this battle. So I go in the kitchen and I eat a schiacciatina. Than I think “ok, one it’s ok. Now stop and anything will happen”. That schiacciatina it’s just what you can see of an iceberg, the beginning of my ruin. After a bit I have already ate ten schiacciatine (with Philadelphia), few biscuits and a croissant. And it’s not finished yet. Taking a break to the diet makes me feel allowed eating what I want even for dinner, and I call for pizza and ice cream “I will start the diet again tomorrow”. Just thinking that I will have to start the diet again makes me eating double. “I have to be totally satisfied because from tomorrow I won’t eat anything good”. That made the situation worst it’s the fact that at that time, Save is at the gym (doesn’t he feel the change of the season?), and that allows me to do everything in secret. His pejorative gazes and his telling-off would take me far away from junk food. But, he is not there, so I am free to eat as much as I can and made him believe that I ate nothing. Having no witnesses (just my dogs, accomplices tin change of food) made the fact not real, with a clear conscience (even if my belly grows). At eight the laziness starts again, and I fell asleep in from of TV, hearing strange voices (Save that tries to talk with me), and the day after I ask myself if it really happened. The change of the season made even you KO or just me?