The Hunger Games.

"Despite the groosling and the fish, my stomach's growling, and I know I'm going to have what we call a hollow day back in District 12. That's a day where no matter what you put in your belly, it's never enough." -The Hunger Games, Page 238.

Wow. To sum it all up in a quote from one of my favourite books. Good on me.

Three days of simple 50gram snacks of low-fat, low-calories, low-fun protein has been a tad of a challenge. Nothing I couldn't handle, but I have felt stomach-empty. That's what I didn't like. On this Body Trim weight-loss program, it says that you have to have one of these lovely snacks every 2-3 hours, but if you really need it, wait at least one hour between snacks. There is a very logical reason to this insanity, and that is so that your body will cleanse itself from all of the crap, and that it begins to reset your fat-burning metabolism. I have done it, and I have done it well, despite being sort of hungry, sort of all the time.

But this whole weight-loss thing isn't meant to be easy. I'd be lying to myself if I say that I can get through it unscathed. Because it is not just a physical-equasions-counting-calories deal, it's a war between mind and gut, and right now, as I am writing this, all I really want is a cheeseburger from McDonalds. But I won't. Because it is a choice that I have to make for my own good.

Enough of that kind of talk.

I want to say to you that I have the biggest thighs in New Zealand.

Perhaps that is an exaggeration, but I feel as that they are certainly in the top rankings. I wouldn't be so pessimistic about this one little thing, or two big things, rather, if the rest of my family hadn't been blessed with the slimmist legs that can compete with those girls on the cover of magazines. I don't know how I inherited these thunder thighs, because my father was all skin and bones, and my mother, although prieviously bigger than me, carried her weight around her middle.

But, just to let you know that I will fight for my rightful inheritance. I should, without a doubt, have those skinny legs. And I will fight to get them. By Christmas, of course. When else?

That is all. Weigh in Monday, everyone! Come and read what I am incredibly embarrassed to tell. But it is all for the journey. Even this.