About 27 of my officemates commented last Monday that I was fat and/or gaining weight. And that’s saying a lot since there are only 15 people in our company. WTF. That’s why I rarely wear sleeveless shirts. My arms are as huge as Batista’s, except that they’re all flabs.
I don’t know what’s wrong with my body, really. It’s like an inflatable salbabida. I’d pig out over the weekend and I’d look like Star Jones (pre-gastric operation) two days after but at the same time I’d get sick for four days and people would ask if I had liposuction.
However, I’m not exactly skinny right now and I feel the need to share with you, my beloved two readers, my tried and tested ways of being Paris Hiton-thin if only to inspire me to lose weight myself.