So, KoyoAndi is finally going to Japanize her body.
Well, sort of. I want to get smaller. Not waif-ish or skinny but slim and still curvy. Then I will fit a lot more comfortably in airplane seats (not a problem except I no longer have the room to shift around and change positions in my seat like I used to or else a little of me will peek out from under the armrest to say hi to my neighbour) and tiny places when I go back for visits to Japan. I did just fine in Japan when I lived there. In fact, my first year, within 3 months, I melted. Without any effort whatsoever. All I had to do was be afraid of half the food and have no idea what the other half was. Oh, and eat popcorn and chocolate as well as stay hydrated on Coke and water (not together! Ugh!!) on the weekdays, then go out and gorge on Japanese food and tons of alcohol on the weekends. I was not where I wanted to be but still, a heckuva lot smaller than when I set foot on the island!
Then I met a guy. And we dated. Then we got serious. Then we spent lots of time together. Then we lived together. And he can eat. I don’t know where it goes, but I would give almost anything to have the Japanese metabolism. I, of course ate with him and the pounds started to creep back on. Then we moved to Canada. And the pounds attacked me like something out of a zombie apocalypse movie!