too much of a good thing

Candice made some clay pot carmelized pork belly dish last night (the one with the egg mashed up).  It's such simple food (peasant food) but I love it.  And it was nice to have home cooked meals.  She's been cooking more now that she's taking time off from work, and I get to be the benefactor.  In any case, I scarfed down a lot yesterday (3 whole eggs! and a lot of pork fat!) and this morning my tummy is a little weary and a lot heavier..

It's pressing against my shirt as I sit down, and every so often, I would sneak a glance.  Yep.  It's still there.  The rotund mound pushing out from my pants, leering at me for eating too much.  As I get older, I think I am more vain because I am more paranoid – the thought of being on the downturn of my physical possibilities is upsetting.  But it's true.  I grunt every time I get up from the couch.  I slouch to be in better position so that my expanding waistline can breathe.  My knees hurt after a good run, and the lower back pain never cooperates.

I brought some leftovers to the office.  Can't wait til lunch.