I just got on the weighing scale just now and I watched in horror as the scale pointed to a number 2 kg heavier than what I'm supposed to be! I died inside. Why does this happens everytime I'm at home for my holidays????? Whyyyyy???
Well, you know exactly why.
Mom is not helping either by cooking all this wonderful dishes that I can't help but eat. I eat dinner every day without missing a single day at home. Gosh. Gosh. Gosh. I am so dead.
Someone take the fats off of me please? I'm in the mood for charity here.
I guess I'd have to have the long procrastinated jog tomorrow afterall.