Pumping iron, much stronger than my will.
Enduring sheer torture on this sleek treadmill.
Doing two hundred sit-ups and feeling the burn.
Reviewing reggae aerobic dance steps that I now have to learn.
Stretching tight muscles, doing lunges and squats.
Eating wholesome fresh food before it too rots.
Counting dwindling calories while eating my lunch.
Eschewing these carbs as something to munch.
I’m getting physical; I’m battling the bulge,
I’m sprinting from my temptation to indulge.
I’m tormenting myself! Few things could be dumber;
But I’m wearing my bikini to Negril in the Summer!
The truth be told, Negril is one of my very favourite places on this Earth, but THIS is where I want to spend some time! Isn’t it beautiful? True, many places in Jamaica are, but I think that this is spectacular (in a quiet way). It’s a villa called Amedis, on the island’s South Coast, and my cousin’s friend owns it; and some day soon (after I’m done with this dratted degree), I’m going to be able to afford to stay there; TRUST ME. (((BROAD GRIN)))