The problem with a mirror is it always reflects the truth and the truth is that truth is bitter.
Four of us entered the elevator and all three, except me, instantly glanced at the mirror and looked pleased. Only I did not care to look. OK. I did. Why don’t you guys allow me to tell a lie once in a while?
What I saw left me aghast.
While my mind always refuses to have a broad outlook, my tummy did. Gosh. A fat, ugly tummy.
As someone said, the hips pay for lips’ folly (in eating. What did you think?).
I remembered how I pulled my friend’s leg when he tried to stand on a weighing machine: “It doesn’t allow more than one person to stand on it.”
I warned him, “eat to live, not live to eat.” Now, what I am not eating is eating me up: The home food. Unhealthy and untimely hotel food can be damaging and it shows on me.
Hey buddies, don’t worry. I have found a solution. I will start cooking myself. That will be good enough reason to stop eating. I will then shed flab, no fat, only fit. Heyyyyy. Yummy idea. Wanna join? I am waiting to cook for you.