The Day I Grew Fat

It's 12.00 midnight.
You can hear your tummy growling.
Suddenly you crave for something you shouldn't, at time you shouldn't.

The excuses come excused themselves.
Either the dinner portion equals to countable droplets of rice.
Or you didn't even take dinner, at all.

So there you go. Midnight snack.

Midnight craving is undoubtedly irresistible.
Hard to ignore, almost like a possession.

I had a scary, scary experience on the day I learnt I grew fat.
It happened exactly 6 years ago when I was in MRSM.

Cravings used to be as normal as breathing.
I started humbly by taking nasi lemak from a small cafe just right downstairs every morning. (The recess time was around 10 am, and you must know I had taken my heavy breakfast at 7 morning)

Despite that we were provided 6 meals at school per day.
My appetite seemed to grow as big as the eyes can see, and I started my affair with midnight snack.
Every single damn night, right before I went to bed, I faced a strong irresistible force to eat.
Nasi lemak, nasi goreng, Maggy with Inda and Fifa and Lela, toast bread.
Maggy itik pun I pernah cuba ye.
I can finished the whole row of double-stuff Oreo at a time.
I sneaked to swallow a dollop of Nutella because I craved for chocolates.
If I ever ran out of snacks, I (and Ifa and Lela and Inda) would dig each others food basket for anything to munch.

Until I realised I was 56 kilos, and my proud shoulder frame drowned between the fats!
I gasped in front of the mirror, the day nature told me I couldn't fit into my Levis and stretchable U2.
I was one depressed soul that forced-hearted settled for khakis.
Tsk tsk tsk.

God knows how I tried to cut off food, but I tell you, we are inseparable.
I am one hard-headed person who would kill for a meal.

Luckily (lucky is unfair choice of word, I worked hard to kill my midnight-snack habit) I shrinked back to 45 kilos after SPM.
Mama helped a bit by quit buying Hobnobs, Maggy and all those tempting cheese spread, peanut butter jelly and of course, the magnificent Nutella.
So I only have the air and the tap water to munch between main meals.
Phew.

Because of that, I try my best not to start the old affair with Mr Midnight-Craving.
For I don't want to ever go near to liking it again.
O yes, some people look very good with some fats.
And they feel good too (I still think some of my friends are more beautiful with those cute chubby-ness).
But not me. Definitely not me.

But at this very moment, my stomach is growling fiercely and my eyes are twinkling to the KFC leftovers in the fridge.
Hey, I had a very early dinner!