by Maria's Last Diet
You look great! What have you done to yourself? How’d you do it? Tell me everything.
Isabella openly loved this kind of admiration from her friend. Yes, she had done it, and yes she was able to lead the way for her friend. She wanted to tell her friend everything and help her friend get there too.
Come on, Isabella, don’t hold back. Tell me everything. I want to know everything.
Isabella started, and before long she realized that she couldn’t tell her friend everything. In fact, what she was telling her friend didn’t do her achievement justice. So she just stopped.
You can’t tell me, can you?
It so personal and intangible, thought Isabella. I wish I could convey it better. I could start from the beginning when I wished I could lose the weight. Then what? How on earth did I go from wishing to getting started? And how did I go from getting started to staying with it? How can I describe the days and nights, the fights with food and with myself, all the changes I made to…to…to everything? Finally, at the end, the exultation, the pride, the worry that it might not last. I know the route I took, where I started from and where I ended up. I can't explain it, not really. Yet I got there.


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