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.