Eating Habits

Eating Habits: The Daily Drama of My Stomach

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom—called “My Stomach.” In this strange land lived an unfortunate ruler named Sir Stomach. His noble job? To manage whatever food I threw into his territory and keep the kingdom running smoothly.

But alas, the king—me—had no clue how to eat properly. I knew nothing of rules, timing, nutrition, or balance. My stomach’s kingdom faced more chaos than a soap opera, and every day was a new episode of digestive drama.

Chapter One: The Breakfast Betrayal

Every morning, Sir Stomach waited patiently for breakfast. He’d dream of toast, boiled eggs, a banana, maybe even a glass of milk. “Ah! A healthy morning,” he’d think.

But instead, I gifted him... a single cup of coffee.

And not just any coffee—sometimes it was so cold even penguins would shiver. Other times, it was boiling enough to melt steel. Sir Stomach would scream, “Is this fuel or punishment?!”

One day, I sent him a slice of leftover cold pizza at 11 a.m. Sir Stomach sighed, “Is this breakfast? Is this lunch? Or is this a food crime from last night?!”

Chapter Two: The Lunchtime Catastrophe

By noon, I’d be so hungry, you’d think I hadn’t eaten since the invention of fire.

“I’ll eat light today,” I’d promise. Then promptly order three plates of biryani, fried chicken, kebabs, and a soft drink.

After stuffing my face, I’d lean back and say, “That was a light meal.”

Sir Stomach would be in full-blown war mode. “What do you mean ‘light’? This is a food ambush! I need backup!” The enzymes inside him would rush to arms like emergency responders.

Chapter Three: The Evening Snack Invasion

Just as digestion settled a bit, I’d strike again—with snacks. Chips, fried peanuts, cookies, chocolate, and a bonus: ice cream.

Sir Stomach would cry out, “What’s the occasion? A festival of junk food?”

One day, I devoured chips, chocolate, cold cola, and a suspicious slice of stale cake—all within 15 minutes.

The enzymes organized a protest and declared: “No more working under these conditions!”

Chapter Four: The Dinner Deception

Dinner? Oh, that was a mystery novel.

Some nights, I wouldn’t eat at all and proudly declare, “Starting my diet!” Sir Stomach would rejoice... briefly.

But the next night, I’d scream, “Cheat day!” and gobble down noodles, fried chicken, buttered bread, and a thick milkshake.

Sir Stomach sobbed, “Yesterday, you starved me. Today, you dumped a food truck inside me. Am I a robot?!”

Chapter Five: The Midnight Missions

At 12:30 a.m., when the world slept and my stomach was finally at rest, I’d sneak into the kitchen like a food ninja.

Out came the leftovers: cold pizza, stale rice, pickles, a spoonful of peanut butter, and chilled yogurt.

Sir Stomach would jolt awake, “What in the name of digestion is going on? I need sleep too!”

The Aftermath: Rebellion of the Belly

Naturally, things didn’t go well.

Gas attacks, bloating, bathroom battles, and sleepless nights became my daily punishment. I would groan, “Why did I eat that?!”—but never learn.

One day, I visited the doctor. After hearing my food routine, he smiled and said, “Your stomach is a superhero. But even heroes have limits. Keep this up and it might leave you.”

The Turning Point: A New Life Begins

That scared me straight.

I promised Sir Stomach, “No more nonsense!” And so, I began a new regime:

Breakfast: Eggs or oats with fruit

Lunch: Moderate rice or bread with vegetables and protein

Snack: Fruits or nuts, not chips or chocolate

Dinner: Light soups or khichuri, before 9 p.m.

Sir Stomach shed tears of joy. The intestines threw a party, the liver played guitar, and enzymes danced under floating lanterns. Peace returned to the kingdom.

Conclusion: Love Your Stomach

Eating is not just a routine—it’s a relationship between your body and your brain.

Your stomach is like a hard-working employee. If you keep overloading it with random junk at random times, it will eventually revolt. But treat it well, and it will serve you faithfully for life.

So remember:

✅ Eat on time

✅ Eat wisely

✅ Don’t treat your stomach like a trash can

✅ And yes, even your belly deserves love

Because, truly—a happy stomach means a happy life.