My eating habits are seriously off. Like WAY off.
There was a time in school when I could go without eating a few meals a day surviving just on water and not feeling the want of food at all.
I was never tempted by KitKat bars and Oreos (ice cream was always an exception). And during exam times, I would never eat my meals till I was done with whatever I was doing. Which probably explained how I lost tonnes of weight during PMR and SPM.
However, since starting at TAR college, that will power sort of got pulverised. All the ice-creams and Mamee Monsters I had at TAR, the only person who probably would've beaten me in that feat was my brother. And now at CJ, I eat like all the time. In class, in the car, on the bus, at home, at the sports club though never at the bathroom,haha.
Besides, when you go shopping, all the nice clothes on sale will always be of the smallest size.ALWAYS. And that used to motivate me last time not to pig out so much. But now I just narrow my eyes at the mannequins and walk over to the clothes for fat people. Lol, the exaggeration.
But seriously, the food thingy is getting out of hand. Yesterday, when I woke up at 3 am to study for the Behavioral Sciences assessment, this is what I had to keep me awake.
Double sandwich, at 3am!

And later we reached the exam hall at 8 am, only to learn that it had been postponed to 8.30. I then decided that the perfect breakfast would be ice-cream. For breakfast.
What was I thinking??
Well actually I know what i was thinking.
At that time I was just ecstatic about it, until I bit off a huge chunk and accidentally swallowed it whole. As it was really quite a big chunk, it was just stuck at my throat, freezing my senses off and almost paralysing my larynx.
OK exaggerating again.
But it WAS quite bad. I was just rooted on the spot choking, gasping and flailing my arms. To think that I already have a phobia of swalling pills and capsules coz I always have had the perception that it was going to get stuck in my throat.
And I was going to die of suffocation.
Talk about classical conditioning, I think the next time I come across an ice-cream I might just start gasping.
Shame.