Pig Out

Rawr!

Nine. I ate nine buffalo wings for dinner last night. That… plus Carbonara and a bag of Cheetos.

Four years ago, this type of thing wouldn’t have bothered me even a little. My metabolism was frightfully fast that I could’ve eaten a whole gallon of ice cream and still be a 99-pound stick with a flat stomach. I’m 22 now and I can feel those superpowers slowly draining from now ailing body. It’s sad and scary. The increase of panic and anxiety I have for my health is equally proportionate to the increase of my weight.

Anyway, the remedies and diet plans are all there. The only problem now is to start doing them. And I better start ‘em soon..