I seem to be the exception

I spent some time this evening browsing through some old college friends' facebook accounts. It was fun to look at the pictures they have added and see what they've been up to. One thing I have noticed is that when people move to Asia, it seems they all loose at least 10 pounds. It must be some kind of agreement you sign before you land at the airport. They all look great, and I swear I'm not jealous. Not even the tiniest bit. And here's the reason. I really love ice cream. And cookies. And chocolate. And sugar in general. And I'd rather be a little pudgy at the waistline but with a smile on my face due to the fact that I just ate a cookie. I know, I'm simple but that's who I am. :)

But all that is beside the point. My point is that I seem to be the exception to this automatic-10-pound-weight loss requirement when going to Asia. I have been several times (Japan in 1998, Malaysia and Singapore in 1999, China in 2000, and Malaysia again in 2002). And every single time that I landed in an Asian country I did not loose weight but GAINED weight. But honestly, it only makes sense. Look at these pictures and tell me you wouldn't want to gain weight too:



I personally would much prefer to pack on the pounds eating the above food instead of Big Macs and fries. (No offense to the Big-mac-and-fries people, which would include my husband.) However, I also would like to follow the above food with a hot fudge sundae. East and West merge - right in my tummy.

Okay, I am making myself seriously hungry but it's 11:20 p.m. and I don't need to be eating so instead I will go to bed and dream of yummy Malaysian food and yummy American desserts. Sweet dreams.