I'm crying. How could I not cry. I'm nervously swallowing my tears in hunger. On Monday, I have a salad. On Tuesday, I have half of a quail egg alongside a spoon of diet cheese. On Thursday and Sunday I feast, having no kind of food whatsoever. Just water. And I'll have water only after 7 pm. On Thursday, I have apples all day. But eating them unpeeled gets you fat. On Saturday, I have salad again plus 80 crunches. How the hell could you not cry when you have a cake right in front of your face and it's not Sunday, your carbs day? Post-cake note: it's done, I ate it all. Well, what can I say, I dumped the diet, life is way too awesome.
(Translated by Alma Teodora Miron / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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