It's been 17 days since I last update this "cram-my" blog of mine.
I know certain individuals followed my blog in order to know whether I am still alive and well or whether I am down in the drain feeling crappy as usual with my never-ending bubble of dramas.
Well folks, I am doing great except for feeling sick and flushed out due to visit by Aunt Red Dot two days back. Other than that, life is good I guess.
So updates on what's been happening for the past 17 days.
I battled myself again with the weight issues. My significant other wants me to drop a few pounds of the rice, parfait, egg-tarts, Ikea meatballs, pasta, and other delightful happy-food I've been consuming for the past 23 years (well, almost) of my life.
I seriously don't know how heavy or weighty I am now. The last time I went down the scale, I was 54 kg. Yes FIFTY-FOUR, for those who prefers me to spell it out instead of reading alpha-numeric letters.
Probably I weight more than 54kg now and probably I lost some weight too, cause my friends told me I look a little bit less-chubby than before. Or probably too, they're just sabotaging my diet plan so that they look much more better than me. *grunts*
Being a little cushy is not really an issue to me, as I believe if someone ought to love me is for who I am not for the image they created or wanting me to be. But when you started to look bigger than your significant other it only goes down to 3 points :
a) You haven't been feeding him and all your money only goes down to your tummy.
b) He sure has been feeding you.
c) You're either too happy or depressed and happy-food therapy program seems to be the cure for the itch in your heart.
Strike out point A.
That left us to B and C.
When I felt a little bloated, I'll stop eating like half a day or two and ended up feeling sick.
He would then text me to eat something, then I would end up forgetting that diet oath I've been making over and over again.
Weighty love.
Okay, that's tale of the week. Shall not elaborate more as it is not getting no where. Only liposuction or miracle could help me to regain my "crowning" weight few years back which is 45kg. I have no time for jogging, running thread mill, gym crap.
Wanted to blog more, but something got in the way and I shall stop here for now. Probably everyone just need to wait another 2 weeks for another update.
Happy Sunday loves.
Sidenotes:
Had a few plans installed for this month, I think it just went down to drain.
Again with the lazy-ness of editing my blog skin, I hope my faithful readers shall continue dwelling on this particular dots for now till eternity.
I hope not.
