The Devil Eats Prata

Most all of you know that I enjoy my food. A little bit too much at times. While others seem smitten with drinking, which is a popular worldwide past-time among young and old alike, I enjoy food. I like to say that I prefer to chew my calories rather than simply swallow them. In fact, my first love affair in Singapore was with Prata, which are these Malay-Indian bread things that are basically made of butter, flour and oil. Four of those things in one day and I had to buy new clothes.

I gotta say that I'm becoming quite the fatty mcfatterson over here in Singapore. The food is great, but talk about oil and carb overload! You get a humongous helping of rice with every meal (because it costs nothing) with some vegetables fried in oil (which ARE delicious, I assure you) and a bit of meat. People say they 'sweat out their weight' because it's so damned hot and humid. What do I have to say to that? Malarcky!

I've started asking for 1/2 helpings of rice (which turn out to be 2/3 helping, but I won't tell if you don't) and trying to opt for less oily meats and veggies, but that proves to be difficult. Today Jens (my German roomate) and I went to the University gym and worked out our upper bodies; I think I'll be able to feel it tomorrow. It's so damned hard to make it to the gym every day though...I'm so tired after work that I'd rather just go home, sit on my ever expanding ass, and read 'The Devil Wears Prada.'

If my inner hunky mchunkerson is ever going to come out of his cocooon, I gotta start eating better and exercising more. If not, I'll be a fat boar by the end of the decade.

So there it is, I've made myself semi-accountable to all of you. Eat it up and feed it to me if I weight more than 150 pounds when I come back to Canada!