Featherweight

I just stood on the bathroom scale that I bought recently from Ikea. To my horror and disbelief, I tipped the scale at 57 kg.

WOW.

Before the December holidays, I weigh only 53 kg. Within only 5 weeks, I had put on 4 kilos.

My jaws dropped at the thought of this.

I used to put myself on various weight-gaining plans during the school holidays but to no avail. Hence, I was pretty satisfied with the results achieved.

However, I must admit that i have rather mixed feelings about my weight-gain. On one hand, I am delighted that I officially gained some weight and am not as skinny as before. On the other hand, it simply means that I have more mass and bulk that will hinder my progress of reaching that bar with my chin. That's right, pull-ups.

But luckily, I do not look fat. I gained weight, not a belly, which is good. I will kill myself if I ever look fat. Or rather, I think I'll never look fat. I've been having supper nearly every night, and yet I still enjoy a perfect figure. Oops, I sound like some spokeperson for TummiTrim. Anyways, those supper and 5 meals a day REALLY work, that is, if you want to gain weight like me. Back to the point where I never look fat. It must be my genes. Don't get jealous or worked up!

I'm now in a dilemma about my weight. Should I continue my weight-gaining plan, or should I stop eating supper from now onwards?

Never mind, let me finish my hor fun first.