Imagine my shock when my mother took one look at me yesterday and said "you better watch it, Ogoo. You've put on a little weight".
That's mummy's nice way of saying "baby girl, you're FAT". I saw my entire year of a boring weight loss journey flash before my eyes. Passing up on red velvet cake, resisting the call of Snickers at candy stands while waiting to check out my purchases , skipping dinner and munching on garden eggs even when I was dying for a bowl of spaghetti and big glass of sweet sweet milk, walking instead of riding, skipping noodles and eating boring ass oatmeal instead. All down the drain because of...because...why??!
For a moment there I was clueless about where the subtle extra jiggle came from. Then it hit me!
2 weeks ago, I was away from my usual environment and food didn't come on time or regularly for a couple of weeks. I guzzled Milo day and night.
Ouch.
So I brought all this on my self. For my own mother to notice and talk? It's critical. So I've sentenced myself to 7 days of eating beans and little else. Its day one today and I'm already regretting making such a vibe killing decision. The major reason is that we gonna have a birthday party on set for Chinedu Ikedieze. I can't believe I'll have to say no to the Red velvet cake that is a sure thing...and small chops...Asun! Aaaaggghhh!
Um.. I ate meat and ate cake. There goes my diet. Lol
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