Day 3: The Day I Almost Became a Chef, a Gym Rat, and a Sprinter (Merry Christmas!)

I woke up today at the luxurious hour of 10:30 AM—because why rush greatness? The first thing I did was make my coffee, sip it like a sophisticated adult, and immediately spiral into deep thoughts about marriage. You know, just the usual “What if I get married? Will I have to share my snacks?” existential crisis. Once my brain calmed down, I moved on to lunch, which was oats chilla and four boiled potatoes. Let me just say—I may have unlocked my inner MasterChef because that chilla was chef’s kiss. Honestly, I’m still shocked that I cooked something so good. Gordon Ramsay would be proud.

Feeling accomplished, I decided to study for a bit, and then my brain needed a break—so I passed out for an hour. Post-nap, I had grand plans of hitting the gym and becoming the next fitness icon, but fate (aka my friend) had other plans. They dragged me out for Christmas celebrations, and off we went to Saint Mary’s Church. The decorations were so beautiful, I almost forgot I was supposed to be burning calories and not admiring fairy lights. Everyone was dressed up, and there I was—just a potato stuffed with oats earlier in the day.

Now, I really tried to stick to my diet, but then I saw this unique dish called sela roti with sesame potatoes. It looked like a donut but tasted like happiness. Obviously, I couldn’t resist. To balance things out, I also had chicken dry fry for protein, because gains matter—even on Christmas.

The real adventure, however, began when I realized my landlord locks the main gate at 10 PM. With no time to waste, I transformed into Usain Bolt and sprinted back to my room like my life depended on it (because it kind of did). I made it just in time, but now I’m lying here, still hungry, staring at the ceiling and regretting my calorie decisions.

Lesson learned? Low-calorie, high-volume foods are my new best friends—they keep the tummy full without turning me into a Christmas pudding.

Anyway, it’s time to sleep and dream about more food I can’t eat. Merry Christmas, everyone! May your plates be full and your calories be invisible!

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