Loneliness is the best appetite suppressant ever.
From April to June of this year, I lived in Manila, taking my Masters in Ateneo. I had few classmates and no real friends at all, so I kept to myself. Not just a lot of the time, ALL the time. Okay, well, there were those few forced dinners with my relatives, but aside from that…
I hated cooking and preferred not eating to making myself a dish. When I got really hungry, I would call up a fast food joint and have my food delivered. Usually I would eat a full meal only once a day and have snacks the rest of the time. In the evening, I would go to class and then go back home. (See how my blogging flourished from all that free time?)
Loneliness, though crap, did have its benefits. I lost weight.
In June, my face was looking pretty and longish like this, almost like when I was in college (ah that yearlong heyday). And thanks to my daily baths in chlorine-filled Manila water, my skin turned really fair and flawless!
Cut to four months later. Three months of which were food-and-laze-filled ones spent living with my boyfriend. Being forcefully fed meat, rice and vegetables twice or thrice a day. Sleeping ten to twelve hours every night. Not to mention the daily basking in the primeval, burning sun of Mindanao… led me to this.
Omygawd. Back to square one.