Cut the fat, cut the fat

People had been telling me that one reason that I like pink is because I could be pregnant. I'm sorry, but I am not. Have I really gained that much wait that some are speculating that I could be expecting? I do hope not, because all those hours spent on the court playing badminton would be a terrible waste of time.

Okay, I'll admit that way back when I was still single I had a slender body. I guess, you can blame it flat out to my laziness. After giving birth, I never tried to exercise, never even dared to do a single crunch to get that fat belly off. Add to that the increased appetite, which I have maintained since the pregnancy days. My body now belies that I still don't eat vegetables. So if someone, who hadn't seen me for years, comments that I have grown a bit bigger horizontally, I just shrugs it off with an answer, "Oh, that's because I just gave birth!" (Three years ago, that is.)

Though now that I am burning some fats in court, I'm really not sure whether I'm loosing them significantly, my pant size is still the same. Blame it to my son's new nanny? She's a great cook. Maybe I should spend more hours playing and sweat some more.

One thing I would like to leave though, for all to remember: Never, ever, ask a woman if she is pregnant unless you see a baby popping out of her vagina.

I found there was only one way to look thin, hang out with fat people. – Rodney Dangerfield