Foodaholic

Oh yeah. Food. You may think I'm too calm right now for a foodaholic. But the truth is:

OMG I ADORE FOOD!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Seriously. I know food is a necessity for human being and all and we need to live by eating. Averagely. But not me. People eat to live, but I live to eat. That's the major difference between me and normal, sane people. I don't just live to eat, I also eat like a cow. No, elephant. Or blue whale? (though most people say I eat like a pig. NOT) Sotong said I don't have heart, kidney, lungs or whatsoever in my torso, because what's filling my entire torso is my stomach and nothing else. If not, how can an average girl like me eat like I've been starved for 3000000000 years?

You know how shopaholics have that crave, that wanting and that irrational feeling whenever they're within shops? Well, I feel the same crazy feeling whenever food is within my senses (I can't hear food, but I can see and smell, duh). I basically transform into a pig without a brain, and all I can think and see is food. And of course, how wonderful and delicious they'll taste like. It's like an instinct, and a craving. And I will finish all those food no matter what. I just can't stop myself.

Naturally after eating like an animal, I gain tons of weight. I'll then feel remorse and sad and depressed and what not, and make promises to myself that I'll be rational when I eat the next time. Well... I can't say that ended very well. Every of my promises failed (well, most of them) because I just can't control myself. I'll be like, "Come on, it's easy-peasy. Just control for a while and everything will be alright" the second before I'm overwhelmed with food, then the next second will be like "Oh my God, CURRY tonight!! And chicken soup!! Oh God, EGGS!!!!! Drat plans, I can do them later." or "It won't hurt to eat more, right? I mean, I can't possibly gain another kg this fast, right?" But I did gain another kg that fast. What can I say? I brought it on all by myself.

But I just can't resist food, like I can't resist from breathing. Food is more important to me than breathing, literally. Most people don't believe that I have such huge appetite and turn into an animal with zero rationality when it comes to food. Only people who saw me eating before or my closest friend know how huge my stomach is. They can't see through my appearance, since I'm not obese, just fat--or chubby, claim by SOME people. So whenever I told those people how I polished a pack of duck rice, one bowl of curry instant noodle, six pieces of bread with jam, half a container of Jacob's biscuit with two cups of Milo and eight pieces of filling biscuit for lunch and still manage to stuff in more food an hour later, their expressions were epic. And that's not my highest record either. Yeah, trust me. It's real. I do have a huge stomach. This really explain why I'm this "chubby".

Food resolutions for me are just useless stuff cause my brain just stop function whenever I see food. People even joked that I'll abandon my boyfriend just for food. Well... I can't say I deny it (guilty). And speaking of food, I having pizza for dinner tonight.

I resolute to be rational and in control so I won't eat like a cow and gain thousand pounds tonight and NOT stuffing lots of pizza down my system and--

OH THE PIZZA IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gotta go, ciao.