“To the snack shop, turn left. Go back home, turn right.” I murmured to myself. What I needed was self-control. I forced myself to turn right, slightly feeling proud of myself. Controlling myself was not that hard, was it?<\/p>\n
This was the first day I went on a diet, but I was not very good at it. Let’s see what I ate then. There were cupcakes for breakfast, nuggets for the break before lunch, cup noodles for lunch, and some tiny bits of snacks. That didn’t seem too much for me.<\/p>\n
The ‘diet-thing’ was obviously not my idea, but that was not my mom’s either. It was the doctor’s ideas. But for my health, maybe I was doing a right thing…<\/p>\n
The next day, I went to school listlessly. Every time I thought of my empty stomach I felt my heart bleed. But still, I had my target, and I meant to achieve this. And I could do this very well.<\/p>\n
Oatmeal is a good breakfast to kick off the morning. After I ate my oatmeal, I started to go to school. It was going pretty well until a familiar fragrance floated in the air. “What on earth is that wonderful scent?” My eyes lit up and I found the answer. That was the baked sweet potatoes! I tried to hide my amazement and bought two.<\/p>\n
After four lessons, I felt really tired. My friend came by and asked, “You look really tired.” I nodded. “How about going down to the tuck shop and having a treat! Let’s go.”<\/p>\n
Then I followed him. Not that I broke the law or something, as the doctor said, I deserved a little treat when I had some achievements. Well, at least I didn’t have McDonald’s for breakfast, so I was actually improving.<\/p>\n
I was hanging out with my friends near my home after school. “Ooh! That’s a brand new Taiwanese tea shop!” One of them exclaimed. I followed his gaze and found the heavenly tea shop. I couldn’t help looking at the window desperately. But I thought deeper, and thought about how many times I used excuses to ignore the rules…<\/p>\n
Oh please! Oh please! Oh glamorous, wonderful food, can you just leave me alone?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“To the snack shop, turn left. Go back home, turn right.” I murmured to myself. What I needed was self-control. I forced myself to turn right, slightly feeling proud of myself. Controlling myself was not that hard, was it<\/p>