New Year: An Account of Sham Promises

New Year, new BEGINNING!! Rightly said but not implemented. This curing charisma always blesses me with a new rush of adrenaline but this hormone takes no time to disappoint and transform into the evil epinephrine i.e. stress and allergic absorptions through the day. I can bet on Day 1 of the new year to be the luckiest not only because my Father espied the World on that day but also because it's NEW year. Does it need any other tag than this? But most of my resolutions fail that day. "I'm going to eat healthy and clean so that my body does not suffer" said my last phrase that I jotted down on 31 December, 2022. The chocolaty piece of cake hugged my tongue and punched my tommy into a bloated bull. And my body and facial muscles once again resign to my irresponsibility in the false hope that I will start eating healthy again. The subconscious shouted "Why should I lag behind?" and so it started coming up with new chronicles of failed months ahead. I mean my body and mind conducted a whole police investigation and declared me a criminal in the court of coincidences. That day I realized how self reflection can only be helpful for the logical and sensible and not for some witchy-delly personality. My Father was in the happiest mood while I being the criminal sat in deep thinking condensing the images and phrases that await the family dealing the next day. My Mother and Brother are the holly molly beasts I've got in my life and in no time they act spontaneously to remind me of my chubby corse. The Roasting Compartment was a bout to summon me a notice and I wasn't ready for it. I still remember how tumultuously tormented I felt this month. 

"Let me buy a chocolate and chips packet from 24/7" said my mind when I was in school preparing for another war that had to be led by my brain and time coordination. I had exercised that morning but decided to explore my desires. Road crossing, bus stop encounters and those thick cubical brackets that divulged my muscle stretching teamwork highlighted the situation pretty well. I called up my mom and reminded her of my senseless decision to roam about alone in a city of devils but she was pretty cool and chill with that. I swear she is the best buddy and companion to talk the best shit with. I showed her all the shelves and described each and every thing in them, out my excitement obviously and not because she is uneducated. I crammed down on the food with satisfaction and then a great fact hit me... I exercised and gained pounds in a minute, How stupid of me!! As if I hadn't had this thought in the supermarket before spending precious on this insignificant aspect of diet. But I devoured this guilt and went ahead. But my body was slowly drowning into a state of weakness and soon I was infected with flu although this could also have been a result of transmission. But I rejected that explanation and accepted the sweet sickness as the felon. Now I feel partially recovered not only from the disease but also from guilt. My brain says new things would come up when I would become a better version of myself in February 2023. As far as I believe in myself, this is gonna be neither true nor false. The reason why is kept within the intellect of my family members. But anyways learnings are even great through physio-mental circumstances.