My first mukbang video was obviously well-received and well-appreciated. So, I continued doing it for one week. I ate different foods and drank different drinks. They were from different cuisines all over the world. Each one tasted unique. Some tasted delicious, others didn’t. However, I liked doing it. Since I received positive comments and remarks on my videos. I ate hotdogs, cheeseburger, buffalo wings, grilled cheese, pizza, lutefisk, lapskaus, lefse, ramen, tempura, sukiyaki, macarons, baguette, croissants, meat pie, fish and chips, lamb, fried quail eggs in orange food coloring, fish balls, and sizzling pork.
I drank an orange juice, a soda, a Cosmopolitan, a Margarita, a Whiskey, a vodka, a mead, a farmhouse ale, a sake, a royal milk tea, a matcha tea, a cognac, a champagne, a chartreuse, a pineapple juice, a red wine, a sparkling wine, a rum, a gin, and a coconut water. Now, I knew what you were thinking. If you think, I drank too much alcohol, you were wrong. I only drank shots of those. So, don’t worry about me. I delighted on all the foods and drinks I consumed today. They were all divine. It felt like I travelled all over the world. I told my followers how captivated I was feeling the popular tastes of different countries in my tongue.
I was joyful eating with and talking to my audience. Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling well. So I hastily ended the video by a quick goodbye to my followers, a forced smile (I didn’t want to be obvious that I was not feeling well at that moment), and stopping the video. I immediately posted the video with the caption: wonderful cuisines all over the world. I knew it was an exaggeration, but I believed it was catchy and would work. I ran to my bathroom and did my business.
And I did an awful lot of messy business. I wouldn’t go into the details because I wouldn’t want to ruin your mood or your appetite. Of course, there was no one else to blame but me. I thought I could handle all those ginormous amounts of foods and drinks. I had become a foolish glutton due to my never-ending mukbang videos. I passed out on my bed.
I had diarrhea and high blood pressure. My private doctor and nurses took care of me. I was at home for two days as I recuperated.
My bandmates visited me and give me flowers and fruits to show their concern and care. But it was Dianne who stayed with me for two days.
Dianne showed me my favorite influencer doing a new mukbang. The influencer was beautiful and slim, and most specially, healthy.
“Oh no, please don’t show that to me,” I grumbled.
“I want you to see how these mukbang influencers stay slim,”
I sighed. “All right.”
As I watched the video busted by another influencer, I realized that most mukbang stars, specially the ones with toned figures, always cut the camera. Off camera, they spat out the rest of the foods and drinks.
My eyes enlarged. “So that’s how they stay thin?” I was surprised and disappointed.
“Pretty much,” Dianne replied.
I shook my head and declared. “I’m not doing a mukbang video anymore.”
I gained weight due to my honest mukbang videos and the fact that I stupidly consumed bunches of foods and drinks. Sure, I was not overweight. I was still within my normal BMI. But I lost all my abs. I couldn’t afford to have a body like this. Since I loved wearing crop tops, body-hugging gothic dresses, and revealing attires. Especially when I was performing with my band whether during live gigs and concerts, and recorded music videos. I planned to lose this extra weight I had. So I decided to immerse myself in a strict workout routine.
I joined marathons and ran miles. Sometimes I won the marathons, sometimes I lost. I also did walkathons in different parks. I joined a lifetime membership in the gym and exercised with a professional female trainer there. Since I told her that I wanted my abs back, we focused on my stomach area. I used this different equipment: crunch bench, declined sit-up bench, lumbar bench, oblique bench, seated crunch machine, vertical bench, and my favorite, the pull-up bar.
Within three weeks, my six pack abs came back. I felt great and confident.
The next day, in a rainless morning, one of my neighborhood best friends Empress called me. I immediately picked up my mobile phone.
“Where are you currently?” She asked me. “Are you busy?”
“I am in my house in Los Angeles and I am not busy,” I answered.
“Great! Can you visit me at my home? I’ll text you the address.”
“Sure!”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you, too.”
Empress texted me her address. She lived in Nevada. I drove my car in her home.
Upon entering the house, I was greeted by Empress with a warm hug. We approached the dining room. Our other friends Dolores and Faye were seated by the table. We hugged one another. It was great that all my neighborhood friends were there. It brought me back to my childhood when we were all lived in Los Angeles with our families. I was touched by the warm gesture. We reminisced about our childhood while drinking wine and beer and eating grilled salmon and cheese tacos. We laughed at the funny things we witnessed, experienced, and did during our times of pure innocence. Later on, Dolores and Faye smoked and I vaped. We taught Empress how to smoke. At first, we inevitably laughed because she coughed. But we stopped laughing and told her.
“You have to be in a relaxed state,” I said.
“Slowly inhale it,” Faye said. “Then exhale.”
Empress took a puff. Then when she got the hang of it, she dragged the cigarette.
“Thanks, guys, I really needed this,” she uttered then shed tears.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” Dolores asked. She gently patted Empress’ shoulder.
“My parents are divorced.” She informed us and continued crying. “They always fought. My Dad always cheated. Their divorce is for the best.” We nodded and embraced her.