I think I have a serious eating disorder.
No longer can I differentiate breakfast, lunch and dinner,
to appropriately intake for each meal.
These days food is just food to me.
I finish an entire meal and the next minute I am still hungry.
Even my friends are horrified.
Just that day I ate a monster bowl of Tom Yum stick noodles
(Ivy honey who ordered the same felt sick bloated)
and I was obviously not full.
So I bought a whole loaf of raisin bread.
Loaf = Mass of bread enough to last a week.
I finished the 8 slices on our way to the train station.
Tonight I had a plate of aglio olio at Bakerzin.
Helped Yins clear her penne pasta too.
Thereafter, in the time frame of a short bus ride, we arrived at Thomson.
None of them ate.
I ordered nasi lemak and it came with a mountain of rice.
I conquered it all.
Tell me. Should I be freaked out or what.
