[8]

Huh! Need to lose another 3 kilos.

This is tough!

[7]

Dear Fattytini,

Ramadhan is a good month to lose weight, aight?

I've managed to lost 1 kg last week. Teheee, isn't it nice?

[6]

Dear Diary,
I so hate my helper.

I mean, I was doing fine all along, then she has to come two months ago and ruin everything.

The scale was about to be my best friend, you know. Do you understand the pain I have to go through now? When your best friend suddenly becomes enemy. I felt like being stabbed on my chest. Crushed. Heart broken.

Why people, why? Why did you do this to me, Ris? I bought you lots of clothes, for God sake.

I'm so going to throw the scale out of the balcony, if it still says that I'm 3 kg fatter tonight.

OK, I admit. Me eating a lot has little to do with my helper. Eventhough she helps on the house chores, making me an even lazier bum, she didn't do the cooking. I did. I'm sorry, Ris. Yes, I know. I'm a weakling. I couldn't see food. I went all crazy and greedy.

Greedy Tini.
Gobble like a Piggy.
No wonder she's Fatty.

[5]

Dear Diary,
About the last two entries? Oh, por favor. It does not take a chicken to know that it is not necessarily true. I mean, I just met those two whiny women over lunch and from what my eyes gathered and translated by the good neurons of my brain, one is size S and another is not more than size M. Yet they have the nerve to say they're fat. I must be an ogre then.

Once again, por favor.

Having said that, I guess I am a weakling whenever F is involved. No doubt about that. The moment my eyes set on the menu, I was like, lamb chop please and a cheese cake for dessert. Well, do you think you could spare me a Dark Chocolate cake too?

What was I thinking?

Obviously, I wasn't thinking.

Note: The word F shall be banned from this journal, thank you.

[4]

Dear Fattytini,

I hope not to gain extra weight.

I'm pushing myself hard nowadays. Last Tuesday saw me tipping myself on the weight scale and viola!, my wieght increased. Now, I have new resolution - to shed the extra weight before next doctor's visit. Yes, my doctor asked me whether I'm pregnant again since I gained extra weight and being unable to shed them.

My so-called efforts to achieve my new resolution:

1. Use stairs. I actually, boarded the elevator up till 10th floor and then, I walked upstairs to my office floor
2. Skip heavy breakfast. No nasi lemak, no maggi goreng, no soto, no nasi dagang except small portion of bread. (unless I have a morning class and pumping my energy level for studying for the final exams)
3. Ride the exercise bicycle. This had been recommended by my doctor since my knees wobbled last two months. It's good for my energy level too. I ditched the bicycle since I got married, now, I'd to ride on it again.

Wish me luck!

[3]

Dear Fattytini,

Isn't it nice to know that you can share your guilt with me?
OOHHH, how I tried hard to shed the extra kilos piling in..

I truly did!

But the problem is, there is so much temptation a mother of two cannot resist eh? Like indulging your chocolates and yummy ice creams. Or even a weekly dose of McDs.. hehehe

And yes, I am glad to tell you my effort for weight loss had also failed.

And yes, to confirm it, I am still fat :D

[2]

Dear Diary,
Even though the ice cream wrapper says "You deserve a TROPHY", that doesn't mean that I deserve one. I mean, I'm fat. Why would I deserve an ice cream when I already have enough fat?



However, I dismissed the thought and went to the cafetaria to get me a Trophy. How bad a stick of ice cream could be eh?

The thing is, dear, you eat Trophy like, every day? Imagine how much fat in that creamy vanilla ice cream. And what with the generous coat of chocolate? That melt heavenly in your mouth?

Thank you for reminding. Now I crave for another one. Thank you so much.

It's not my fault that you're such a weakling.

Just. Shut. Up.

[mumbling to self]

[1]

Dear Diary,
All my wearable office wear were piling on the laundry basket. So, I was left staring at my old yellow kebaya hanging in the closet. I had no other choice.

Eep! Who is that fat old woman staring back in the mirror? Oh my gawd, just look at the bulge on her stomach. Her hip. Her butt. Horrible.

She needs liposuction. Major need.

Hope she remembers not to look at the mirror in the office toilet. People would get shocked hearing a mad woman shrieking out of sudden.