Be...The Biggest Looser

Weight. Procrastination. Two words that were born from the same mother. The article expresses procrastination as a "curse," a curse that unfortunaelty comes hand in hand when talking about weight. There exists only one example of procrastination with weight loss other than my father. Especially correlating with what the BBC article states: "Procrastinators are less happy." 

As the minute hand ticked away and the pounds kept flooding in, my dad would always say: " Tommorow is the day I start exercising." No one has detected that lie as many times as I have in the last seventeen years. Just as BBC put it is a "crippling indecision" -literally-crippling. That "crippling indecision" flourishes every day as one gets older. That "curse" ripens into a snowball effect. With weight; the longer you keep practicing the art of prasticination the bigger you will be and work load will just keep on soaring. Seeing it from an analytical perspective it almost seems like suicide. Taking an adjective used by BBC; gazing. It becomes a "gazing suicide."

There is no need to probe the connotations of a gazing suicide, it is evident that "procrastinartots are less happy." Besides loosing self-esteem, my dad would be mad, obvosuy at himself but the majority of people don't take out their anger on themselves. The repercussions of his anger were met by my family. Such feelings personify what the article didacated as a "curse" and the source of "unhappiness." It became a nightmare because as the article states: "20% of the population of the world are chronic procrastinators, complicating their lives, and probably shortening them..." The thought of shortening his life due to his own action was unthinkable, let alone, insane. And like every human, the insanity only reminds his victim with a heavy blow. 

What I still have not been able to comprehend is why humans leave things until its a matter between life or death, flunking or not flunking. That "crippling indecision" is what bites you and some are lucky to learn from such a nibble, others never get to change the course of their "curse." Thankfully my Dad managed to learn from the nibble and change the course of his self-inflicted curse. But seventeen years later. My message is that the human race must perform some sort of mutant operation to remove the procrastination cells from our genes. We cannot let the "curse" prolong the "crippling indecision" that can bite at any moment and leave us without a chance to ever change.