I stared at the weighing scale in disbelief. What the f**k? Did I really gain THAT much weight? Okay. I understand. With the amount of food I’ve been stuffing myself with and the lack of exercise due to abdomen cramps (I swear it’s true, I can get muscle cramps where my appendix used to be just by trudging up d stairs with a week’s worth of laundry). But Owh-my-gawd. That amount in one month CANNOT be possible.
I know there’s the whole Energy balance we have to adhere to. Like how when something loses energy, something else gains the same amount of energy and the cycle goes on universally. What I’m thinking is, why did I have to have that extra energy in me (stored as FAT) when it could pretty well be used to generate electricity to third world countries or to nourish children in Sudan. I’m not being ungrateful. Alhamdulillah Allah gives me plenty of food and other forms of energy. But I guess gluttony is one of my biggest sins. Hmm. I need to control my food intake. And perhaps find a better way of spending my money. Hmph.
That’s it. No more late night snacks okay, Preeveen? Don’t Make Me Eat Anymore Than Im Supposed To. If I don’t take in energy, perhaps somewhere, someone else more deserving of it will be able to secure it for their own purposes. I hope it makes sense.
A dash of Disney, a sprinkle of pop punk, lashings of sweet treats, a pinch of superheroes, bundles of laughter and a tinge of crankyness.
All wrapped up in a pretty package that resembles the Cookie Monster.
Also self proclaimed Princess of Le Cupcake Kingdom
People I love. Music. Sweet treats. Singing animals. Movies. Princes. Books. Fables. Hindustan Heroes.
Sinks my Ship
Rude people working in hospitality and sales. Long queues. Idiots CUTTING long queues. People who Patronise.
Wishlist
To finally figure out what I'm meant to do. To travel the world. To eat anything without gaining ungodly amounts of weight. To get my happily ever after. :)
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