I crept up upon her silently and slowly. I’m very wily that way. She didn’t realize what I was up to. When she did, she thought she’d be able to beat me. Unfortunately, her plans to get rid of me were always postponed. Somehow, she couldn’t find it in herself to be committed on a daily basis to combating me. And then, she started giving up totally. She didn’t care. I was ecstatic. There’s nothing I love more than a “participating victim”.

inside your oubliette

Last year, something within her snapped and she took some active steps to beat me. Two months of intense pressure began to tell on me. I began to let go of her little by little. But, as often happens with my victims, she couldn’t sustain the pressure. She gave in to the old habit of not caring. I’m creeping back in again.

I heard her promising herself that she’s not going to let that happen. Let’s see who wins.

Stay tuned.

~  Obesity The Silent Creeper
Today’s post is in response to Stuart Fish’s prompt ‘Creeping Obesity’ on his blog 4ABettaLife as part of BlogFEST2012.

Are you in a similar ‘fight’ with obesity? Who’s winning?

 


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