I was sitting in the office cafeteria with friends and colleagues.
Digesting lunch. I choose to sit and
allow my stomach to have a slow digestion process. So what? I own a large bunch of lazy muscles. My stomach understands me completely!
He knows It’s not that I don’t love walking with legs much or that I love my
sluggishness (which sometimes I do!) Poor him realizes perfectly that I am good at
ignoring most of the good lifestyle leading thoughts and ultimately actions! Plays his own tricks and techniques to remind me about my unhealthy habits (I guess every stomach does that) is norm and what he is expert in. So out of love (he thinks!) I do exercise once in a while to compensate. Okay! No
more discussion on my bonding with my stomach!!
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