12.02.2008 < | home | >

Past experience shows that whenever I hang out with my brother and his wife, I believe that my stomach is made of iron and is a bottomless pit. Whether it's literally drooling on my pants as I took my first bite into a Krispy Kreme donut, downing an extra large sweet tea while waiting for the "to-go" order so to get a refill before having to leave the restaurant, or simply over-indulging on my sister-in-law's dangerous deep fried Oreos, I exercise little to no restraint with food in the presence of the two. Except of course my stomach is NOT made of iron nor a bottomless pit, as eating 4 Krispy Kreme donuts in one sitting made me want to vomit waterfalls, downing 3 extra large sweet teas had my brother pull over on the road so I could run into some grocery store to urinate waterfalls, and simply over-indulging on deep fried Oreos made me want to jump off a waterfall. So my biggest fear of heading over to Italy for 2 weeks was returning home extremely fat, knowing full well that a combination of my iron-stomach-when-around-Sylvia-and-Peter belief and authentic Italian food is recipe for certain disaster. This did not happen, for whilst visiting Rome I was hit with not one, but TWO fevers. The sicknesses did a number on my appetite, and not eating for 24 hours for two non-consecutive days caused a weight loss. So instead of returning to the states a fat Korean American filled with Italian, I come back the same, if not, thinner. If this weren't ironic enough, I came home at 3AM today to be greeted by two enormously fat kittens. So great are their widths that I barely recognize them as the kittens I left 2 weeks prior... Asking friends to top off their food bowls every other day is apparently not the way to go. Not a bad picture, considering the poor quality of my camera phone.