我站在体重秤上,指针亳不留情地指向180斤。我承认,我就是个无可救药胖子。而且,这个胖子一生下来就倒霉.自卑、厌世、可怜……这时候,我就会想起我妈来。是的,我的胖就是由她一手造成的。每当我这样说的时候,我妈总会不屑一顾地看着我说:“第一,我不胖,自然不会遗传肥胖的基因给你;第二.我厨艺不好, I stood on the scales, Po hand mercilessly pointing 180 pounds. I admit, I am a hopeless man. Moreover, the fat man was born unlucky, inferiority, world-weary, poor ... At this time, I will think of my mother. Yes, my fat is caused by her hand. Whenever I say so, my mother will always look at me with disdain: ”First, I am not fat, naturally not genetically obese to you; second, I cook well,