According to Grey's Anatomy we are sometimes mean to the ones we love. Well.... I guess I'm actually not up to type up the long philosophical debate on what's meant to be and what's not meant to be. Let's instead talk about this evenings' craving for food. At about 9pm (when I'm supposed to stop eatting for the night) I was going to grab a bite but noticed the time and didn't really let myself indulge. In the next hours I had the every so often desire to go gobble something down to my lonely stomach, but I've resisted thanks to jk's insistence on the phone and the thought that I already owe rs one Arizona for the last 3 consecutive nights of missing the deadline. Then my mother decides to call father to tell him to bring home food to celebrate the brother's birthday. So home came fried chicken, spare ribs and rice. So down goes these satisfying (not so delightful in hindsight) food a little after midnight. I guess a healthy body is not for me. I guess those jeans and I are no longer meant to be. And that nice shirt and I will never be again (at least not in without a baggy sweater on top). Yes stomach, you and I are not cool with each other and that would explain my shabby behaviour to you- sorry body for the extra layer of fat clinging onto you... I guess you're like the innocent child in this broken home between stomach and I (or at least that's how Ellie would explain it).
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