This past week, these people have told me that I’m getting chubby: the babysitter, the housekeeper, the prata shop cash register guy, our neighbor and all of my pants. I have been trying to eat less and exercise more (I am still running! I’m up to a mile now. Well almost a mile and almost every day.) But it’s hard when I’m faced with a plate of chicken and a pyramid of rice. I know, no one forces me to eat it, but it’s soooo good.
Jeremy and I made a vow that we’d go hiking, but only after chicken rice and a coffee from McDonald’s. What’s a hike through the jungle without a cappuccino? We were roughing it.
On the hike, we met a guy who moved to Singapore from Albany and he gave the capital district a thumbs up! He said it was better than Singapore. Yahoo for that!
Wow! And look at the size of that guy’s….
And it even has camouflage.
Scientific name: Artocarpus altilis
Common name: Breadfruit
3 thoughts on “Getting chubby.”
hahaa the chicken rice is so good! and doris – i just saw you – you’re the least big chubby.
ps – i love that blurry photo of jeremy with the coffee.
oh jesus i cant type. “i just saw you … you’re not the least bit chubby.”
If you are chubby, then I really, really, REALLY want to be “chubby”.