Fat and Evrything that's Bad

I have always wanted to be hunky- to have a good physique. No, I am not obese if that is what you are thinking; I am just not beach worthy (a nice way of saying your almost fat but not yet, just two slices of cake short of obesity). I have a fairly attractive face, a normal body and spanking hot attitude but I am not hunky. I went to the gym for two years but I gave up about a year ago after realizing that my body doesn’t like being subjected to the torture of bad muzak (never ending Olivia Newton John, Britney remix) with heavy breathing and sweat-a-palooza. Now, I have gained a substantial amount of fat although some people are saying I look better this way ( I know they are just being polite), I still don’t like it. All fats are concentrated in my waist area, making me look like a palengke vendor (beltbag galore). I can no longer wear my XXS shirts - which are a lot, and I have just gone shopping for gazillion jackets to hide my beltbags. I have now resulted to wearing those jackets even if it is scorching-ly hot. I miss wearing tight small white shirts in the mall.

Just because I am predisposed to hurting myself, I have below bullets comparing me during my thin days and me during my fat days:

Wardrobe

Not Beach Worthy
Medium – Large
Black. Dark Blue. Gothlike
32 waist
7 jackets


Thin
XXS
Brightly Colored Shirts and Whites. Lots and Lots of White.
28 waist
2 jackets


Activities
Not Beach Worthy
Mall
Mall


Thin
Beach
Badminton

Shucks, I can’t do this anymore (drama queen wail…)

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You might be asking where is the “…..and Everything that’s Bad” part. That’s too easy - getting fat. It is bad to be fat. Fats are bad. Very Bad.


PS.
While I am typing this, I am actually eating – fried chicken and rice plus chocolates. That is after eating cake and pasta and drinking Royal approximately, 1 hour and 45 minutes ago. Don’t be surprised if I update this blog to add another column but now with the heading – walrus.