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slowly dies

who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries,

who does not change the brand, who does not

and who could not change the color of the clothes,

does not talk to those who do not know.

Dies slowly he who avoids a passion,

who prefers black to white, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,

the kind that make shine eyes, that turn a yawn a smile,

those that make the heart beat in front of mistakes and feelings.

Slowly dies who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work,

who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to chase a dream,

who does not allow at least once in their lives to flee from sensate advises.

Slowly dies who does not travel, does not read, does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.

Dies slowly

who destroys self-esteem, who does not accept help;

who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.

slowly dies

who abandons a project before starting it,

who does not ask questions on subjects he does not know

who does not answer when asked about something he knows.

We avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead to achieving a splendida felicità.

E' fin troppo vero ed ho voluto condividerlo con voi, sperando di avervi fatto riflettere su qualcosa.

Ultimamente non aggiorno il blog, ma le giornate passano così, tanto perché devono passare. Mi sto riprendendo dalle abbuffate, ma ho avuto due cene consecutive e quindi aspetto di essere 'libera' per poter ricominciare finalmente la dieta ed imbattermi nella lunga e tanto attesa discesa. Per ora mi basterebbe essere sotto i 50, anche se il mio vero e proprio obiettivo sono i 45;

Well, before I get there anyway.

Lately I feel that my mood takes me around: I have almost a smile and a moment later I'm in the bathroom to affect the blade on my wrists, I lose conception of time, I'm thinking for hours and spend the afternoons so. Sometimes burst into tears for no reason. In any case it does not matter, it often happens that my head is spinning even though I eat, but I'm not going to increase the dose, is already so much. All that is in the pot must be perfectly ordered, and every time we put so much in the end, I almost salt anxiety when the last remaining pieces. Geese, this post is getting too confusing and boring.

But heck, these random words in my head do nothing but twist and turn and turn.

Ah, after five months, I finally returned to the cycle. Obviously, with this weight are quite normal for him. Fuck it goes.

Anyway, I have a question: do you think what I will be in six weeks? Will I lose 9-10lbs?

Although now I find myself reading a great Numeron on balance, I'm not giving up.

I'm starting over.

Force Nessi Be strong.