Dear stomach.

I owe you an apology. I haven’t been treating you well lately. These past few weeks you’d been having far too much or far too little. I ignored the signs you were trying to tell me until they waned over time. Gain or loss, you suffered either way. You certainly deserve a better lovely owner, not this selfish, I-eat-everything kind of a bon vivant.

Just so we're clear, my dear stomach, I’ll be walking us to the nearest buffet complete with nasi briyani and chef, the moment we're done with these rants. I know you've suffered a lot when we hit the gym, but it’s for your own good. Trust me. Perhaps, I’ll reduce the number of crunches so you won’t be in so much pain. Plus, it’s killing my back as of late…well I guess I’ve made my point.

Boy, I hate self pity. Then again, this is for you. :)

Yours truly,
r_L