Fat boy* - Jewel

In light of the moody previous post - and the fact that i'm sure no one wants to hear me rant about giving-up-hope-but-hope-returns-again nor talk about an incredibly depressing - but absolutely brilliant - movie i just watched earlier (Nobody Knows), here's something light-hearted which i drafted weeks ago but never got to publish it.

Yeah, if I’m not careful, I could end up being Jewel’s abovecaptioned song!!! For those of you who are protesting “but… but you are a fat boy…”, lemme tell ya that that was a thing of the past! ;-P

Just a couple of weeks ago, I weighed meself again – and I found out that since leaving home last October, I’ve lost 16 kgs!!!!! I was telling me mate the other day that the last time I was in the UK, I lost 10 kg – and when me mom saw me, she broke out into tears! Me mate told me that I better stop losing weight – esp since me dad has a heart condition now!!!

Well, I’m not too worried – the last time I was in the UK, I started out at 64 kilos. So losing 10 was really a lot! This time round, I was 80 kilos before I came!!!!! So I now weigh the same as I weighed when I first came over here!

So what’s up wif me then? Me ex-flatmates – esp the female ones – wants to know how and why it happens!

Well, unlike normal people, I notice that I lose weight when I’m happy!!! Really! It’s times when I’m stressed and unhappy that I gain weight. I guess for me, food – or rather, eating – is another form of escapism for me, a source of comfort. When things are not going too well, I eat! Yes, I love food, I love eating. So I guess I overdo it when things are down.

Cuisines from all over the world - Indian in London, British in Scotland, Italian in Paris, Japanese in London, Turkish in Caen, Chinese in Amsterdam ;-P

But when things are brilliant – for instance, last summer – I just feel so full of life and joy that I dun overeat. Dun get me wrong – I still love eating and I dun starve meself. It’s just that I eat to live and not live to eat.

However, since being here in London, I realise I’m eating a lot more than usual. Maybe it’s the cold. Maybe it’s being away from me mates. I dun know. I dun even jog anymore – been 6 weeks since I last did that!!! Me jogging shoes are in Colchester! I sleep so much more too – yup, a regular pig. And I vegetate (or shall I say “potato-tate”?) in front of the TV most of the time too!

Well, at least me mom won’t break out into tears when she sees me again! And I can say that Jewel sang a song about me!

* Interesting song from my fav Jewel's album. Did you know that it was originally titled "Fragile Flame"?