Confessions of a City Slicker

"When did you buy that shirt?!  It’s so big," Mom said to me.

I looked at her puzzled.

"What do you mean when did I buy this shirt?  You’ve seen me wearing it before.  Maybe I don’t wear it so often because it needs ironing."

"Well it doesn’t fit and looks so untidy hanging on you like that," she said.

Ha ha…she obviously has a short memory.  A few months ago this shirt was just fitting.  I had to sew press buttons between the buttons on my bust line and belly so that the gap between the buttons don’t open up.

Usually by the end of the day there will be an obvious line below my bustline and on my belly button, the space in between those lines being the bulge of my huge stomach.

Being on duty during the election, my lunch and dinner was provided.  I expected that feasting on tomato and briyani rice with all their rich accompanying curries will show up in my next body scan.

Hehehe….they didn’t.  In fact, I actually lost fat.