Dear Journal,
It has been quite a while since I've written to you, hasn't it? Things have just been so busy around the palace lately, so much so that nightly journal writing has unfortunately fallen to the wayside, much as it pains me to say. The life of a princess is a demanding one, and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. Anypony who's seen what I've written in here can attest to that, although I certainly hope nopony is snooping.
Luna, if you're reading this, please close the book now. You can already browse my dreams; one secret place is all I ask for.
Anyway, things seem to have gotten exponentially busier recently. So many dignitaries to entertain, so many ambassadors to appease, and the public appearances...oh mercy, the public appearances. I love it all, but one pony only has so much love to give.
Cadance, if you're reading this, I do not need to increase the size of my love by 25%.
Speaking of increasing sizes...that's part of the reason that I felt such a need to write tonight. As part of a plan to reduce my levels of stress, my thoughtful and caring sister has decided that I should hire myself a personal trainer and yoga instructor. I would like to believe that her only intentions for suggesting such actions was to reduce my stress, but given that she threw in a number of references to the amount of cake I allegedly eat, I'm rather certain her intentions were twofold. She is certainly one to speak, what with the full moon she has been sporting as of late.
Now I almost hope you are reading this, dear sister. Be certain that I am saying this with love.
I did find one to hire to make her happy, and I'm scheduled to have my first meeting with her tomorrow. To be perfectly honest, though, I'm actually a little nervous about the whole thing. I know I might come off a bit vain putting this in writing, but I worry that my subjects will look at me in a different light if word of this gets out. I don't believe myself to be perfect by any means, but I've become aware that some of my subjects view me as such and may have a hard time dealing with contradicting evidence. Although I don't recall ever claiming that I was perfect...but ponies will be ponies, and some will exaggerate and come up with facts and ideas on a whim. I only just learned that I am apparently an expression. "Celestia Knows Where?" It still makes me chuckle.
Anyway, I suppose I'll humor my sister and see this instructor. I'm not sure how much it could help, but it couldn't hurt. And if any of my subjects have an issue with it, I'll just have to calmly explain to them that even alicorns can't be completely infallible. Hopefully they'll take the news well. It probably won't last long, anyway. I'm not as stressed as Luna thinks, and I think I still have a very nice figure. If anypony in this palace needs to trim down, it's Luna. There's a reason I refer to her entering a room as a "Lunar Eclipse."
I love you, dear sister
-Celestia