"You have grown so fat darling". This is how my mother greets me every morning. It's not harsh or a cruel poke at my pudgy exterior. It's out of concern. I get that. Watching you kids grow out of their clothes is fun till they are nineteen, after that it's just scary. May it be vertically or horizontally.
She has been in denial about the fact that i just plain like food and am really, very, lazy! She has gone to  the extent of getting my thyroid, diabetes checked, just to try and find an excuse for my growing width and it is not a pretty sight.

How do you stop the daily alarm from ringing on 'You ma'am, are fat!'? From exercising and dieting? I laugh at the face of diets! I cannot, for the life of me wake up at six in the morning just to sweat and go red in the cheeks for an hour and a half. I don't have it in me.
I did try that for a week. Went and repeatedly saw my body jiggle a vibrate to the rhythm of the treadmill and the awful gym music. Made me gag a little. It wasn't a pretty sight to be surrounded by mirrors on all the sides. You can see each crevice of your spilling fat! Stand in front of those life size mirrors and try to prove me wrong, even my anorexic friend would find a small piece of flesh out of place on her body on those mirrors.

So i have decided to give it yet another try.  The sad truth remains i still have to get a grip on my laziness.