I jumped on the scale at the gym this morning. Oh no, I’ve lost two whole pounds (1 kg). I guess those sumptuous 9-course wedding dinners and adult-sized Carls’ Jr hamburgers I’ve been having the past two weekends didn’t quite do it, huh? I thought I’d be fat by now.

But how to be fat at the rate I’m running Mom’s taxi? I’m in and out of the house 10, 14 times a day. But to make up for it, I had red chicken curry for lunch and dinner. So yummy! and maybe just a little fattening?

No, I don’t want to be fat. I just don’t want to be thin.

Um… am I making any sense?

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