One Chocochip muffin please

Today, after a weeks’ morning jogs, healthy meals, relinquishing sweets, refraining from coffee and regular dance classes, I have realized that “It is impossible to lose weight”. After repeated reminders from my friends and family “itna meetha mat kha” I continued to live on sweets. I never bothered about weight coz I assumed that I’ll never grow fat. Even if I did, I’ll get rid of it in a day or two and never let that layer settle on me. I would crave for sweet and when I didn’t find anything sweet to eat, I would just eat raw sugar. What do you expect??? Now I am fat. Fat is ugly!!! And how much ever I try, all my efforts are going for a toss (even though it’s been only a week). It seems like ages when I had Gajar ka halwa in hostel or ate kalakand every time I passed by sweet shop, or had a chocolate fantasy in our canteen, or a cheese cake in Sweet Chariot.

“What the hell!!!”, I thought to myself and went down to have a piece of choco chip muffin dipped in chocolate sauce and ice cream, where I saw this huge lady who nearly took up the entire place near the counter leaving no scope for the person behind her to place an order. I was alarmed. What if I grow like her. I’ll destroy every mirror that couldn’t lie, I would never come out of my room, or even better, I would just get a knife and cut off the extra flab, I would…… while all these thoughts were running in my mind, I heard her say “One choco chip muffin with 2 scoops of ice cream”. I was taken aback. I couldn’t feel my legs. All sweaty and shocked I stood there when I saw everybody around, looking at me, pointing and saying, “That’s what u are gonna look like”…. Could I be any more terrified?

So now I have decided to give myself another week.

I wish I was like jughead who can eat till eternity and yet manage to be slim and lean. I wonder how that feels like?