Diary of a slimming girl - Day 4. Morning

I am in bed. I recall Pinocchio - because the hands and feet are wooden, but the soul is bad. With the child sits a grandmother. He offers to cook soup, or at least fried eggs. Courageously I refuse. Grief I eat with grated carrots.

I break my head how to tell my wife that I do not want to go to the gym.

Finishing carrots. I hope the mood will be better.