If it had not been obvious, I am a big fan of Rich and Good mango swissrolls.
I would travel all the way to Bugis for about an hour just to buy two or three mango swissrolls. I would give one to my mother and covet two.
I love eating. And I am not satisfied with tasting something I deem delicious. I must devour, and devour a lot of it at that.
The wide gap between the two edges of a swissroll in the picture above shows the approximate length of a mango swissroll.
Yes. I ate all of that at one go, after my lunch.
When I stepped on a weighing scale, I was shocked to see the number '48' appearing on the digital display!
I told myself that was the last mango swissroll I would eat, at least until my weight goes back to 45kg.
Sigh. 45kg. How little am I asking of myself now! 45kg used to be my bane. When I hit '45', I would swear upon my life to return to '42' - the weight that I find myself looking best in: no double chin, no protruding tummy.
Now I just look like a fat aunty. I considered posting a picture of my 'current' picture to show my fallen state, but decided it would be better for me to do so after I slim down - if I ever do.
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