So I finally did it. Finally pull enough courage to push my heavy legs, place it on that horrifying machine. I hate the weighing machine. It is so judgmental, telling people how fat they are and pressing down the numbers down our throat so that we would feel bad for having lunch earlier. I now weight, sigh 53.5 kg. That's 3.5 more than before.
So who can i point fingers to? They say it's the amazing food I'm indulging at work. I say, it's just me eating to suppress the sadness inside. Its like when you eat, the pain goes away. You don't think about what makes you sad at that moment. It's just the mind on the plate. Well, I guess i'll be eating more for a long time. very long. sigh.
-ARRed-
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