Fat

The trouble with gaining weight is that the extra poundage seems to immediately make a beeline to their favorite spots. Some women are lucky because extra weight for them means bigger breasts, while the not so fortunate ones like myself have to contend with chipmunk cheeks and an expanding waistline.

It is usually during this time of the year when I feel the mounting pressure to lose weight or at least to tone up. With summer just two months away, the people around me have begun to shun the second cup of rice and order Light instead of Pale. However, I've never been picky with food because being naturally skinny, I can often get away with shovelling greasy food down my gullet without any hovering guilty feelings (save for the occassional vision of dying from a heart attack at the tender age of 45). So while they talk about the advantages of toasted bread over untoasted bread calorie-wise, I surreptitiously scarf down the sisig.

But all that has changed now. My tried and tested metabolism is no longer as dependable as it used to be. So after another restaurant raid, I find myself unbuttoning my pants just to be able to breathe. Good God! Is that a gut I see?! It also doesn't help that my friends greet me by squeezing my arms ("Ang lusog na natin a!") or slapping my butt ("Shake it Jill!") . Of course I also have my own barbs to throw out, but always in the spirit of friendship and love. :) hehehe

The point of this meaningless post is that I borrowed a skirt from my friend for the Portia Ball and it barely fits me now. My friend has the tiniest waist in the world and at this point, the only way the skirt will fit is if I don't close it at the back. So there really is no other choice but to whittle down at my mid-section. But there is another less painful way and that is to just adjust the clasp. Hmmmm.... To diet or to alter the offensive skirt... What a choice! Pass me the porkchop please.