After
a brief absence from the social circuit, I’ve rejoined the blogging world
feeling revived and optimistic. One could
easily attribute my joyful renaissance phase to a sensational cruise around some
exotic island or a theatre-break to London (my favourite city), but the reasons
for my sudden burst of contentment are simple…
Almost
two weeks ago, my stress levels had peaked high on my own Richter scale; the
current economic climate in Cyprus, the decaying banking sector, the overall
depression of the workforce, a twenty-five percent reduction in salaries, and
my escalating weight had all contributed to this downfall. For the first time in months, I found myself
dealing with all the negative forces which had empowered my body since the
start of my blog.
The Three Tenors decided to increase their
visits, constantly humming tunes of overeating on a daily basis. Hansel
and Gretel were consuming an ‘Aladdin’s den’ of chocolates and sweets, and
for the first time, I sensed the emergence of another beast trapped within my
body.
This
ravenous monster was ignoring all the principles of healthy eating, demanding
platters of eclairs and truffles from the bakery, and a family-sized pizza from
the local trattoria as a mid-afternoon snack.
On
a typical Sunday, after spending an uncontrollable amount of time on the
internet, the angels finally intervened – using their powerful wizardry to exterminate
the temptations of the intruders within.
A miraculous armour was placed over my body to shield me from the battle
of the bulge; I felt an inner strength – a willpower, to fight the enemy and
end this four-decade war.
As
I stood before the mirror, pledging my allegiance to a healthier-self, I
encountered new feelings of motivation and determination. Admittedly, I overlooked my wife binging on a
walnut brownie drowning in chocolate sauce; my son confined himself to the
corner of the living room, sipping an iced frappe as he worked his way around a
plate of vanilla ice cream and waffle.
I
worked my way through these temptations, heading off to the study to sign my
protest; a healthy eating programme was born combined with a stringent, passive
exercise routine. And, for once in my
life, I adhered to the oath: “Monday is the start of a new week, and my own
renaissance.”
It’s
been two weeks (almost) since my rebirth; ten kilos lighter and two astounding opportunities
are knocking on my door. I am beaming
with excitement, eager to reveal my one-in-a-million chance to fame, but, I am
compelled to save the best for last.
Here’s
to keeping positive, and believing in the principle that “like attracts like.”
Weight
for me tomorrow. Paul
Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts.
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
visit www.paul-lambis.com
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