Ha, I blog before you

Last night, I had a dream. The kind of dream I dream in reality as well. This feels like Inception. My dream was my 3rd degree, the first being reality. I wasn't always this size. I started gaining weight when I was 16, fresh from GCE 'N' Levels. I found fried mars bars and yup, you guessed it, for 3 months, I had it everyday for dessert.

Managed to put on 6kg.

I, then, tell myself never to go beyond 60kg. I was 56kg, standing at 166cm. After years of not exercising, being happy, sad and any other emotions, I am what I am today. Not afraid to tell you, I'm 65.2kg (the last time I weigh myself was last friday at Cheryl Fong's attic), still standing at 166cm. I lost 3kg. It didnt feel like I lost anything because I feel fat everytime I wear clothes. I feel like I dont look good.

Aza cheered me up once by saying I actually look good, not too skinny nor too huge. Im, in fact, average and just nice. Maybe because I have boobs so almost all men say the same. Or they are just merely being nice.

So I wake up from my dream. First time I said to myself is Let's go for a jog. It was 8am and raining. Of course, I fell back to sleep. The point is, I suck.