I am afraid to step on the scale lately. I am afraid to see my actual weight because I am guilty of a crime. I am afraid to face the truth that I have to suffer the consequences of the crime I committed over the weekend. I committed one of the seven deadly sins... gluttony and I am doomed.
Ok… ok… let’s cut the chase and the drama. I over-ate, ok? What will I do? Hubby loves rice. For an American who loves to eat rice, pancit and adobo what would you do if you are a Pinay like me? Of course, you will give in and eat too. So there you go… I am now chastised for having such weak soul. So help me gods and goddesses of treadmill.
Ok… ok… let’s cut the chase and the drama. I over-ate, ok? What will I do? Hubby loves rice. For an American who loves to eat rice, pancit and adobo what would you do if you are a Pinay like me? Of course, you will give in and eat too. So there you go… I am now chastised for having such weak soul. So help me gods and goddesses of treadmill.
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