It’s been over 5 years and still…
Vegetarian and non-vegetarian, wheat and meat, cooked and raw, hot and fresh, cold and creamy, dried and cheesy, never missed any in the list and wouldn’t hesitate to eat anything edible which is not in the list or never would ever be in any list, and yet…
Jinxed 55…
I run, I pedal, I swim and I roam around till I drain and drop, and yet…
Not the same machine, not the same day, not the same city, not even the same state, and yet…
Every time before stepping on the machine, I somehow know what the machine would say, and always, to my disappointment, I’m right.
I’ve hoped someday I would be wrong, but still…
Until the spell is broken I may keep running around this number, no matter what all I go through.
Some say being sad increases your weight. I’ve tried that too, and yet…
That leaves me wondering,
In a hundred years when I’m buried or burnt or digested by the sharks or hyenas, will I still be this damned 55kg?
