My loyal friend

Loyalty can be a double-edged sword.

Happily my tummy troubles seem to have gone (hopefully there wiil be no reprise), and my loyal friend Mr Appetite has returned. 

Without him, I wouldn't have the motivation to eat, but his reappearance comes at a price.  The special Ramadan after-sunset, fast-breaking buffet at my hotel was so tempting.  Alas, it seems that my hopes for losing weight have been dashed.

However, let me put it on record that I've succeeded in losing nearly 10 kilos this year.  Your arrival has certainly inspired me to improve my fitness, as I would hate for you to see me as a fat and inactive old man.  I have every intention of playing with you without puffing and panting.  Right now, I weigh 124 kilos and my goal is to get back to my 1990 weight of 100 kilos.

Weight creeps up on people over the years, especially if you have Wootliff genes.  I'm therefore hoping that your father doesn't follow in my footsteps as far as his girth is concerned.  Let it be known that he was amazingly fit just a couple of years ago during his army days.

So let's hope that Mr A will always be with us, but that he's not over-enthusiastic with his generosity. 

Oh, that tuna sushi was good, as is the draft Bintung beer I'm now enjoying at the bar while writing this on my Blackberry.


Grandpa Jonathan
Jakarta, Indonesia