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To eat or not to eat, that is my not so very original question. The second half of the noughties saw me gain twenty pounds leading to a radical change in my wardrobe contents to accommodate the increasing dress size and misshapen physique. In this highly cruel, antagonistic world of bitchiness, becoming a tubby conundrum is not cool. It’s the diet of saturated fats, gripped on rice, rice and even more rice, of excess carbohydrates turning into fats, on subsisting on desserts and the what nots. I don’t eat tomatoes ever. Try as I might with the daily 30-minute workout, it still remains a wistful dream. Alas, I write consistently about this topic. All I want is to stop all the grating rants and get to work.