One fine morning, I was gleefully walking the silent school corridors when suddenly a friend approached and said “Hi” to me. “God!” my friend continued. “You lost weight!” That last three words got me thinking, “Huh? When did my fats leave me?”
A hearty lunch under the hot sun later, I was gyrating with euphoria on the sidewalks when right by the street corner, another friend approached me just to say, “Oh my! You’re becoming a pig!” Now I wonder, did I just grow fatter after eating a meal?
It’s been months since I last checked my weight and my waistline. All I know is I’m still ten pounds heavier than my ideal weight. But now that these abstruse comments about my weight are becoming my friends’ standard greeting, it’s time that I give serious thought to plan a period of drastic weight loss. Otherwise, I’d better live inside a pig pen.
Now, listen. Give me six months and I’d be one of my waif friends. It sounds ridiculous, but why not. It will be my personal challenge. I always dreamed of owning a 28-inch waist and a lean build. I’d probably go vegan. As a matter of fact, I just finished eating a cucumber sandwich and getting ready to sweat out some calories. I’m so focused right that my fats are having a hard time to expand. LOL. Good luck to me!!!