Cell
It seems like I’d been caged forever, but I’m sure that it was only a few days. I suppose that I might consider my imprisonment my fault, but I blame my family. They gave me a horrible example of how to live and I ended up just like them. But I must not dwell on that, I must think only of my present situation and how to escape my captivity.
The guards feed me a few vegetables, bread and water a day. I get nothing but verbal abuse from them “You deserve your treatment” and worse. I’m starving; I don’t know how long I can survive. If that weren’t bad enough I’m forced to endure torture three hours a day. There is nowhere to sit, just a thin mattress on the floor.
Finally, I’m eligible for release. I’ve lost the twenty five pounds that I signed up for. Sure, I could have stayed at the Hilton for less, but I’m sure I would have dined on steak and had four or five drinks a night and ended up gaining weight. With the Guaranteed Weight Loss Plan, I can finally get into last year’s pants.
I’ve got to admit that the exercise machines were first rate, even though they were killing me.
