Saturday, January 1, 2011
he called me porkchop. or rather, pointed to my left arm and said, 'porkchop'. if it was unintended, it's still subliminal. no matter how much the love is, the reality is, the wifey is fat these days, so fat. as if a sign starting with yesterday's counting of calories with a new food diary, perhaps i need to be really really serious about losing weight. and that's not just through dieting (a word i thought i've weaned off from) and exercise but more with the capital D - discipline! before lunchtime, i knew i had to eat just one stick of barbecue, half a cup of rice. ended up having 7 and 1, respectively. not to mention the coke, 2 glasses. by lunch alone, i've consumed 1365 calm which is so over the daily ideal (given age and lifestyle) of 1200. i'm not proud of myself. i am obese with a BMI of 31.39 (height=1.55m, weight=70kgs), overweight by 31 lbs (14kgs). perhaps 'porkchop' is the wake-up call. especially from someone who should have known better.