if.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

It is Saturday night, which means that tonight, I shall make use of the folder I bought a week ago and plan. Plan and plan until everything is set into place. And then, I begin.

One week.

One whole week. Well, five days.
Five days filled to the brim with food.
I ate more in five days than I usually do in two weeks.
The week in one word: BINGE.

Oh well.
At least it's out of my system now.
I look like a whale, and not the cute kind.

Every fat cell in my body is screaming FAILURE at me, but I'm not going to listen.
I refuse to be the failure that so many others become. I refuse to say to myself "This is all too hard. I'll just give in and end up the size of a house." The only real failure is to stop trying, and that is one thing I will never do.

I have to stop consuming before it consumes me.
I know I can do this.

My life is a candle and wick.
You can put it out, but you can't break it down
In the end, we are all waiting to be lit.

I'm going camping.
I plan to lose weight on this trip.
See you in a week's time.

Xx. Lillie

You're probably getting sick of all these posts..

You're probably getting sick of all these posts..

I went running today! It felt so good and I'm quite chuffed with how far i got. I ran 4.8 kms in just over half an hour :)
Now I sit here drinking peppermint tea and thinking about life in general. I stood on my head this morning, just to get a different perspective of the world.

I'm thinking of changing my blog design to something a bit more cheery, but it will take some work, and a bunch of time. Maybe I'll do it one Sunday afternoon..

That's it for me!

Stay Strong, Live Life, and never forget how wonderful you are.

Xx. Lillie