Friday, February 05, 2010

Fatticide!



To th0se clueless, fatticide is c0ined by arni (thx a bunch!), on my entry of ch0colate spree.

So it meant, fat suicide. Commiting stubb0rn fat to the b0dy.

I to0k a g0od lo0k at myself and was appalled! I kn0w i was getting fat, but n0t THIS fat!

Omg! My basic rule is to kn0w the limit when i have a hard time fitting int0 my fave jeans.

But even when i can fit into my jeans, i lo0k h0rrible. Like a pear, ripe, waiting to be eaten.

This calls for a maj0r change. Drastic measures to be listed d0wn. Maybe even j0ining a gym.

But b4 that, i'm g0in 2 curl up and enj0y the picture 4 breakfast. Bliss!


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