4 pizzas & a pepsi

i saw the movie 4 weddings & a funeral over 10years ago when i was studying in the uk. it was funny in the british sort of way, what with hugh grant & rowan atkinson mumbling & fumbling their way thru. i guess i could associate with grant's character ( as i also did in notting hill & bridget jone's diary) esp the way he beat around the bush & got his words all tangled up when trying to get a date with andie mcdowell's character. anyway, despite a sombre moment at a funeral, there was a happy ending - the 4th wedding.

i just had 4 slices of 3 varieties of large-sized pizza from pizza hut. that's equivalent to half a large pizza. of course it's not to the pizza chain's advantage to reveal the calorie content on the packaging, but i can guess those 4 slices would send a calorie-meter way past the red zone, screaming "heart attack! heart attack!". i could have sworn 2 of the varieties had extra cheese cleverly disguised as toppings. downed that with a 12oz non-diet pepsi, & you have my cardiologist colleague shaking his head in disapproval & probably secretly pencilling a date for me in his appointment book. as if in an act of defiance, i decided i'd TRY to work off the extra pounds later in the evening, doing 30 mins of rigourous aerobics. (yeah, you heard me right - me, a guy doing aerobics but please don't tell my mum). but in reality, this is a futile attempt to postpone the inevitable (read: heart attack! heart attack!) bcos the maths just don't add up. the pizzas & pepsi easily add up to 1200 calories while even a breathless, heart-pounding & muscle-aching session at aerobics would hardly subtract 600 calories. so to express this mathematically :

4 pizzas + 1 pepsi - 30mins aerobics = 1 coronary stent

if i keep up with this diet, i should not take out a mortgage beyond 5yrs & should put my cardiologist number on speed dial, but thank goodness this is a one-off; an aberration to my normal routine. like the movie, this is a happy ending. and i lived to eat another day.