They keep looking at me like I'm fat here because I eat so much more then them. It's not that my portions are bigger, but I eat every hour when they just eat every 4 hours. And I think because I'm diabetic they think that if I eat ANY sugar, I'm a bad diabetic. My family told me that I'm the only diabetic that they've met that doesn't care about my diabetes. Which is UNTRUE and totally opposite of what I'm told in the US by my doc. I'm one of his BEST patients. I'm just used to having one desert a day like most Americans do (actually most Americans have about 10 a day), and I get embarrassed now eating the awesome deserts that the maid cooks up because they always give me "that look." You know, the one you give to your obese grandpa that should stop eating french fries after his 2nd triple bi-pass surgery, but is too set in his ways... I guess other people would just stop eating desert, but sorry no, I need to finish off my dinners with something sweet to feel full. So what do I do? Yep, I sneak into the kitchen when everyone leaves and eat some.
I think they actually tried to hide this week's desert from me! It's normally in plain sight on top of the oven, but the day after it was made, it wasn't there! It was hiding on top of the refrigerator! It's a delicious a banana meringue.
Yes I feel fat, but then look around at the people sitting on the bus with me, and realize that I'm still sitting pretty... and I'm in shape. Dang it feels good to be a triathlete!
Fatty out,
Michael
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