Growing up, I was always the chubby one. I wouldn’t go as far as to call myself fat but I could definitely do with losing a few kilos. Even my school thought so too. They sent me to the weight loss club….. *no words*….It was so embarrassing. We fat kids had no say in it. Twice a week we had to report to school earlier than usual and run around the school. I kid you not. Luckily, bullying is not a big issue in Singapore schools. Not back then anyway. I honestly don’t remember anyone being picked on for being fat or short or anything else. Maybe the odd tease if you had a funny name or bottle-bottom glasses, but never anything serious. Or maybe I was just that oblivious.
Anyway, you can imagine that I’ve tried a plethora of diets. Each one lasting for a whole two days. Three, if I was really determined. I just love food too much and I make no apologies for that. What joy is there in life if you can’t enjoy your food? My specific weakness is rice. I LOOOOVE rice. Which is why I never even tried the Atkin’s diet. Rice just makes everything taste better. So believe me when I tell you that I always cook way too much rice. Thus I always have leftovers. What to do? Logical answer: fried rice.