Hi there. If you come across this implies that I have either canvassed you to read this, or you suffer the same agony. Food, the most, (and probably the only edible) delicious thing in this world, comes with a price tag. No, I am not talking about the cost in monetary sense. I am talking about the most dreaded seven lettered word- ‘CALORIE’
But before you empathically listen to my woes, let me first introduce myself. I am Anay a 24 years old guy, who was blessed to be born in this country. I can write quite a bit about myself, but that would not serve the purpose. The fact is- I am fat. Now, grammatically there are a number of ways one can describe this condition. One can call me overweight, some other, obese. But I prefer to call myself plain simple ‘fat.’
There was a time when I was careless about what I ate. (those were the blissful days!) with a highly taste sensitive palate, and a creative mother, I had a fantastic time with my friends- the carbohydrates, the Fats. They were simple too then. They were not called ‘trans’ fats, or fruit carbs etc. we had some very interesting time together.
But then, all nice things should come to an end (somebody said this. What a pessimist!) I crossed well over ten kilograms over the normal weight for my height. At first, I consoled myself. I mean, there are some people are short for their age, I was just short for my weight! I could easily cover the extra fat by some baggy dressing. Soon enough I was declared as a Bad dresser. Now, that was an insult! It was always my secret dream to be a French man some day. But French do not dress in grabs. And I was not growing vertically any more. So I decided. I was with a bad company. All my nutrient friends had to go.
I bade a hungry good bye to all those wonderful things. Gone was cheese, gone was butter, gone were cakes and gone was sugar. It was a very bitter moment then (literally). I decided to join a gym. It gives a moral boost. When you spend money for something, you feel dedicated for that cause!
But before you empathically listen to my woes, let me first introduce myself. I am Anay a 24 years old guy, who was blessed to be born in this country. I can write quite a bit about myself, but that would not serve the purpose. The fact is- I am fat. Now, grammatically there are a number of ways one can describe this condition. One can call me overweight, some other, obese. But I prefer to call myself plain simple ‘fat.’
There was a time when I was careless about what I ate. (those were the blissful days!) with a highly taste sensitive palate, and a creative mother, I had a fantastic time with my friends- the carbohydrates, the Fats. They were simple too then. They were not called ‘trans’ fats, or fruit carbs etc. we had some very interesting time together.
But then, all nice things should come to an end (somebody said this. What a pessimist!) I crossed well over ten kilograms over the normal weight for my height. At first, I consoled myself. I mean, there are some people are short for their age, I was just short for my weight! I could easily cover the extra fat by some baggy dressing. Soon enough I was declared as a Bad dresser. Now, that was an insult! It was always my secret dream to be a French man some day. But French do not dress in grabs. And I was not growing vertically any more. So I decided. I was with a bad company. All my nutrient friends had to go.
I bade a hungry good bye to all those wonderful things. Gone was cheese, gone was butter, gone were cakes and gone was sugar. It was a very bitter moment then (literally). I decided to join a gym. It gives a moral boost. When you spend money for something, you feel dedicated for that cause!
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