My Schizophrenia

So here's the deal. I woke up this morning all pepped up and ready to work my stomach off. You should have seen me jog. I was certain my stomach would fall straight off my body as I was running. And then came the sit-ups. There were 20. I went for them with a steely-eyed determination. Then when the exercises and walking were done, came the fresh juices. I downed a glass of tulsi juice, mixed with amla juice and kokkam. As I gargled the filthy taste of the juice down my throat I could swear I felt 5 kgs lighter. I came home and looked at myself in the mirror. There I was....all 59kgs of me (minus the 5 kgs I thought I lost).....so correction....all 54kgs of me....looking at my future that looked so thin and pretty.... my new work out regime had given hope to many clothes that hadn't seen the light of day....

Anyways, I don't know when it happened and how it happened and how I led myself to what happened next!

Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on the floor, stufifng my face with bread, cheese, ham, luncheon meat and salami. I smothered the bread with some 'oh-so-delicious' ketchup and then over it went a layer of salami....actualy three pieces of it....then came a fat cheese slice....followed by some scrumptous ham....and topped with another layer of luncheon meat and bread.....it was the SANDWICH FROM FAT HELL.........I downed that calorie-bomb like a fugitive from Sarajevo..... like a starved rat from Somalia...... I ate that bad boy and there was no guilt but only pure pleasure.......... what makes this more unbelievable is that I personally went and bought the meat from a cold storage shop and made that killer sandwich myself.... the girl who looked in the mirror a few minutes back had left the city on a long sojourn to the land of Maybe-Never-Ville....

So thanks to the two people inside me..... Wanda and Susan.....it may be light years before many of my clothes see the light of day......(I've named my personalities Wanda and Susan.......their full names are Wannabe Wanda and Savage Susan).......

Statutory Warning: Do not try this at home... by 'this' I don't mean jogging and then hogging... I mean.... writing about it in public soon after! ..... Woe is me.....