Me: Argh overate this weekend! I had brunch at a restaurant, used to be a bungalow, nicely renovated. Ate a lot… the whole English breakfast thing.
Male Friend: Noted. So what was dinner?
Me: Hmmm.. Crabs, vege, prawns, meat… you know, the usual stuff.
Male Friend: Let me guess, you didn’t leave the bungalow between lunch and dinner, and just waited for them to put new dishes on the buffet.
Me: Hahahahahhaha no lah! There were 3 hours in between! Now I feel a bit bad…
Male Friend: If you eat like that, no wonder you hate (OBC) assessments.
Me: Wah, thanks for the support and encouragement!
Male Friend: There are times when brutal honesty is the measure of a true friend. Also it’s fun giving you a hard time
Me: And what did YOU do? I suppose 10,000 hours in the gym.
Male Friend: Hahaha. You’re going to regret asking that.
Me: I’m bracing myself.
Male Friend: On Saturday, i had 6 slices of toast, a little jam, and soy milk for breakfast.
Me: SIXXXX what a glutton…
Male Friend: Swam for about an hour (not non-stop, but rather consistent). Ate 1/2 foot-long double meat single cheese Subway tuna sandwich for lunch, with Coke Lite. Ate another 1/2 foot-long for dinner. Spent 3 hours at the gym; boxing and working on my arms. Took my dog on a 2.5 mile walk. Did a little shadow boxing.
Me: That’s just Saturday?
Male Friend: Oh, yeah. Doesn’t that make you feel ashamed?
Me: You know what, not at all.
Male Friend: Well done. You may be going down a rather dubious road, but you’re doing it with self-confidence.