fat or fit?

I have been binging hopelessly. Since I have started thinking of pounding up the staircase every time I am faced with an elevator option, my hunger has increased. The mere thought of exercise gets me hungry these days.

I guess it's the lack of interesting things happening in life, at work, everywhere. I just can't help it. Maybe my ears have been conditioned to pick up only such conversation, but every where I hear people passionately discussing, what else, food! Last night's dinner, today's lunch (which by the way was a sinful 2 hour affair at Mocha. And do not be fooled by the menu that innocently seems to display all snacky titbits. Everything in the place spells cheese, chocolate and sin.)... also what to try out during the weekend and the week after.

I tell myself, I need to go easy. Specially if I am to fit into the blue dress. That same one which was bought last year with the intention of getting into it on new year's eve. I did try and sucked in my tummy and held my breath till my ears grew hot and all the blood went to my face. I had to let go then. Phaah!!! With my breath, tummy and everything out, it ripped half an inch.

I carefully packed it away, promising myself I would wear it this year. With a new body. Toned, tuned and fit, of course.

Well, I still have a month to go. There is hope.

Otherwise I could always spend new years in a remote deep dark forest where all I would need are cargoes, boots, jackets and a mosquito repellent. Damn the blue dress!