When Recto tells you you’re fat, there are certain negative reactions that are way too stressful. Well, I contemplated, took stock of the mud and grime and began eating more milk chocolates. I wouldn’t have the strength to say no to the temptations of carbs -- pasta, pizza, rice, bread. I wouldn’t have the time to exercise ninety minutes per day. I could try a routine of discipline. But trying is not doing.Will I forever stare at my slender photographic reflections wistfully? Watch this space.
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