For once this way around

I'm not going to write anything long or deep this time, maybe later today, in the evening then.
I've been reading and studying. And reading and studying a bit more. Now I'm sitting on my bed, with my laptop on my lap and not feeling sleepy the least bit. It's almost 4A.M. I've felt dead exhausted for the past couple of days. And yet I'm now awake. I don't know what I'm trying to prove with this. Maybe just the fact that there's something seriously wrong with my head tonight.

But what I was actually going to write a note about is the fact that I went to the gym yesterday (or well, practically the day before yesterday but who cares). It might not sound like anything big to you but as someone who hasn't properly had any sports hobby ever, this was a big step. After sweating for 60 minutes, dancing like mad, I felt good. I felt really good. And for the first time in ages I felt that actually I could be thin, pretty and beautiful. I am going to be. And I am happy.
Because I know there's something I can do about it.
Because I know there's something I will do about it.
Because for once I feel that I have actually chances.

Prettier, thinner, better life. Here I come (I hope).