I
normally do not eat much and I’m neither on the fat nor big side. Usually, anytime
I’m hungry on my home from work, I would buy coconut chips (my fav) and a drink
or yoghurt. So on getting home, I would
feel full and combined with fatigue, I would just go straight to bed without
taking any dinner. My sister would complain that if I wasn’t careful and
continued that way, I would disappear someday.
Well,
at the commencement of the strike, I told myself that my eating habit would
change for the better. But the story did not change....
My
wake up time during the strike was usually between 8.30-9am and after personal
work, breakfast would fall around 11am or sometimes 12pm.
Logically,
lunch was around 5pm and when I eat around that time, dinner would either be
something very light as Weetabix and milk or tea.
My
cousin noticed this and texted my bestie.
My
bestie who had observed this for some months now, called me immediately and reprimanded
me.
Well,
truth is I’m not a food person. I eat in bits, and I have a sweet tooth.
After
the scolding, I told myself that I would make conscious efforts to eat and
maybe I could add a little weight in form of adipose in the right places.
All
this happened on Saturday.
So
I told myself, as from now on it’s OFF (Operation Feed Fredilia)!
This morning, I went to the kitchen oozing
positivity but as I struck the match and turned on the gas, I realized that the
gas had lasted for a long time; and as I commented ‘this gas has last...’ and the
gas finished.
Ahhh!!!
Stove! Nooooo!!!
Strike, an obstacle to refilling our gas cylinder...
Electric cooker, a cool back up, PHCN please...
Can my new movement OFF survive?
