So careless, unhealthy

I was at Casa's blog a few minutes ago reading about how she manages to go for free lunches with her colleagues and ends up eating practically nothing coz it's just so distasteful.

And a thought crossed my mind.

My life here in Qatar for the past six months has been really unhealthy. To the extent that it sometimes creeps me out.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr...

Lunch? I don'[t remember the last time I ate lunch. I swear. Breakfast? Never. Dinner, yeah, coz I am starving by then. So I grab a club sandwich, take it home and eat it while I watch TV.

I learnt something. When you're really hungry, but you don't eat, after a while you're not starving anymore. The apetite's dead.

That's exactly what I've been doing for so many months.

I never really ate breakfast. One, my one bedroom 'apartment' does not have a kitchen. Two, when I had an apartment which did have a kitchen, I was just too lazy to cook breakfast.

Then I used to eat lunch. Egyptian food down in the office cafeteria. Then I could eat one entire chicken. Now, I can't even eat half of it. It's boring. I'm bored of the bland food.

So I skip lunch too.

I could walk out and find a place to eat, but I know, the food here just sucks so bad that you just don't feel like making that extra effort to go eat food.

Last night I thought, damn I just gotta eat good food man. I am sick of club sandwiches and fries.

So I walked. Sat inside a restaurant. Ordered Mutton karhai and butter naan.

The bugger btought paapar and salad first. So I started munching on that. I finished the paapar, and the salad. The food didn't come.

Half an hour and I got realy angry. Got up and went inside the kitchen. I stared at the waiter. Said nothing. Just kept staring at him. I stared and stared. he didn't know where to look. two minutes of staring, he obviously couldn't take it anymore.

He said, "5 minutes."

I went back, and the food followed. I took the first bite, and just what I was dreading. Mutton Kadhai, made in coconut oil.

Damn.

I didn't have the heart to finish the food. So I stood up and started screaming that the Mutton is undercooked and that I had to wait so long, and now I'd have to wait again till you cook it properly.

So I walked out without paying. Went inside another restaurant where I ordered Aaloo Parantha. It was soooooooooooo bad I can't tell you man.

Sweetly asked the guy to pack the Parantha saying my favorite TV show is due, and while walking home swung the packet inside a dustbin.

Went back home, opened my teeny weeny little fridge and took out the previous day's club sandwich.

Ate.

Slept.

Ever since Ramadhan I have kinda become used to not eating lunch. basically, I eat just one meal a day, which is pathetic.

I just can't live alone. I am a stupid fucking brat... who is just so careless unless taken care of like a kid.

right now I am just waiting to get my ass back to Delhi, and eat all three meals a day man. Breakfast in Bed. Yipppeeeeeeee!

Gotta get back to healthy living. Hopefully when I come back after a month, I'll live a more healthy life.

But unlikely.

I am not meant to be alone. I can't be.

I am way too immature.