Shucks!

You know, I've been feeling a bit on the strange side ever since last Monday when I had a nightmare bordering on the apocalyptic. My world literally went topsy turvy and needless to say, my exercise regimen went offline briefly as well. Which spells horror with a capital H.

It's really shocking and depressing to find out that something is growing at my tummy. In fact, I should say many unwanted visitors are nesting and creating a shantytown of some sorts at my stomach area. These loathed and unwanted migrants that I'm referring to are fat cells. To my dismay, they also possess a very admittedly, strong sense of community togetherness because I observed that they are clustering into adipose tissues.


I am having a hard time putting up a denial of access to these vermin of migrants

And as you can see for yourselves, these abhorrent creatures are so closely knitted together that it's really very rare for you to find a solitary fat cell. Apparently, fat cells aren't territorial animals as most organisms are, as proven by the Discovery Channel. Rather, I ardently believe that these fellas are so eager socialites that they literally ask their sisters, brothers, uncles and what-have-you-nots to go join them once they selected an excellent roosting spot. Which is naturally bad news to me.

As of now, my brain and eyes have been working hard in coordination to monitor the invasive migrants. According to preliminary findings that the advance party has gathered, the places that are favourites as settlements include the following; the tummy, the inner thigh, the outer thigh, the butt as well as the calves. As to why these locations instead of other discrete locations, (as much as I'd love them to be) I'm still totally in the dark.

To sideline things a bit, I have been actively soliciting secondary opinions (secondary not in terms of importance, silly!) to reassure that the illegal migrants are for real and that this is a real problem indeed. As far as the secondary opinions stand, I seem to have been a little paranoid about the whole issue. Which naturally puzzles me deeply, for it comes without a doubt to me that the problem is a very real one. Perhaps they could be right for I may be harbouring the symptoms of the Body Dysmorphic Disorder.

But whatever it is, I am choosing to trust my personal judgement right now. There is indeed a problem and I am prepared to declare a war to flush these pudgy illegal migrants sky high.

I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....I don't want to be fat....