First Published: July 18, 2008
It is a sad problem. When I was a child, my parents gave me the then-usual pep talk "eat up, children in Africa are starving".
Only very late did I start to question the logic behind that statement. I never even came up with the obvious retort: "Instead of force-feeding myself, couldn't I send my surplus food to Africa?"
I've been always been significantly above my ideal weight, yet safely below the obesity treshold. But that damn spare tire keeps annoying me. And sometimes, when my mood drops and my appetite increases, I can feel every surplus pound on my bones.
At some point, I had added moose antlers to my bicycle helmet. These things look so ridiculous, yet I still wear one.
The smoking thing in the frontispiece panel is supposed to be a burning bathroom scale. I just thought I'd mention that.