i am gaining weight. i can feel i am. i don't hit the scales though. i never had, and i doubt if i ever would by choice. my only scale so far is how my jeans fit.
in our street alone, we have at least 500 restaurants. we have all sort; persian restaurants, italian restaurants, sisig houses, coffee shops, and what have you.
tonight, we went to friulu trattoria. while my friend commented that their pasta is disgusting, i had to argue that their tiramisu is outstanding. ha-ha
this is day 1 of letting go, and i am eating out. if this is my way to cope, i would be totally bloated like a hyena by the time it's over.
in the meantime, i am digging in.
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