Eating is just one of my favorite things to do. A person who does not know me yet will never believe that I could finish 2 cups of rice at each meal. That I drink Coke everyday, unless my UTI attacks. That despite of these habits, I only weigh 50 kgs. And I am talking about post-pregnancy weight here. A lot of friends think I am lucky. They would always tell me that I am lucky that I could enjoy a slice of choco mousse cake whenever I want to, without enrolling myself and attending into an aerobic class everyday. Sometimes I want to believe them. But honestly I want to gain a little, just a little.
I still remember this myth that was going around our family. I was born thin. I don’t remember having those chubby cheeks. What I remember most was a thin little girl with a very long hair. Relatives would often tell my mom that she should take me to a salon and have my hair cut, coz they strongly believe that the nutritions that my body was supposed to take all goes to my hair. I did. In short, I had a new look with hopes – that one day, very soon, they’ll find me having those rosy chubby cheeks. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen.
But they didn’t lose hope. LOL! They said that when a girl gets her period, that’s the time that she would bloom. And that statement included their hopes – that one day, very soon, they’ll find me having those rosy chubby cheeks, firm arms and legs, and a blooming young lady. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. My mom who was desperate at that time, decided to supply me with a tin of sterilized milk and 2 pieces of balot – EVERYDAY. Again, nothing happened.
Their last hope? After I give birth. Hahahaha! Go figure! I would suggest that you dig all the post-preggy photos that could be found here in my blog. :p
And to tell you the truth, friends who know me very well would tell you that the statement I said in the beginning of this entry was TRUE. In fact, I was snacking at 12mid. Here’s the proof: