It’s a few weeks away, and I’m off to hit the beach. Nevermind the weather disturbances. I’m still very much optimistic that the sun will shine come Independence Day weekend. It always does, ever since I was in college, so call me audacious for always planning a beach trip during those dates. But then, I have another huge problem.

I’m going to the beach, and I’m surely going to wear a bikini. During my younger years, I could just wear one, look good in it, and feel good wearing it.

Let me tell you more about me. I eat ALOT ( yes, I binge ), and I hardly exercise. I try to, and I promised to, and as I was about to, I just colored my hair, and I was unwilling to swim in a pool of chlorine. Yes, you can hate me now. I’m a stubbornhead that way. Haha!

During my younger years when my metabolism was just plain cooperative, I can just do that and get away with that. But now, as I am getting older, the effects of binge eating has been catching up on me, and the first trace I saw? A bulge. Where ? Tummy!!!! Oh no!!! Continue reading

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