I wish to talk about some numbers today. Did Shakespeare ever write about them? Or was he content with his perspective of names? Well numbers always deceive me and I wonder why. The most talked-of ones precisely. Waist and Weight. If I plot time against one of those, my graph would soar higher than the growth rate of India that our honble PM has been incessantly publishing the last days. No exaggeration here. Should I call it a mid-life growth-spurt?
This morning, with my strict low calorie diet, i ate what would translate to 2kg of body mass. Chapathi sugar and ghee. The eating was enlightening and it indeed did take me back to my childhood days. But then the numbers? I have been switching sizes like crazy the last years. And I am very elated at this point, that on continuing such a diet as mentioned, I have successfully managed to step into my husband's... well night pants. Ye they fit me so perfectly! And I dont even have to use the tie string! I am glad I have moved on in life... from sharing a wardrobe with my sister to sharing a wardrobe with my husband.
Back to numbers. Like Bella tells Edward "we're the same temperature now"; after eight years of marriage, I can utter the same romantic dialogue to prem. But on waist sizes. And in Fahrenheit please.
Three cheers to will power,
Hopie
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