I forgot to get sushi. It was raining, I got on a tram instead of walking home. I was going to eat healthy all week, I promised myself. Oh well.
I was crossing the road heading off to get my fish & chips for dinner, when a jogger came prancing towards me in little shorts and a white singlet, tall and lean, as if the universe was emphasising my food choices. As I looked as his lithe limbs and small black shorts hugging his athletic arse, I rubbed my pudding-bowl of a belly and wondered if I was, actually, making the right culinary decisions?
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