I hate food. No wait, no, I love food. I love it, I swear!

I do not know why it has been so hard for me to keep up with Calamity lately!

Probably it is because I spend most of the day trying not to stuff everything I see into my mouth.

I can't help it, I love to eat.

However I also want to fit into smaller jeans.

So I spend most of my awake part of the day trying not to think about lemon & sugar-filled crepes or tiny grilled lamb chops or chips doused in curry sauce or frozen vanilla yogurt with fresh chopped strawberries or icy cold oysters on the half shell with glasses of prosecco or fresh warm gougeres or bread slathered with cheese & pate or a million other tasty delights.

After work I've been going to the gym and swimming for 30 minutes a day and that pretty much tires me right out. And conveniently it sort of kills my appetite.

Today I hit the elliptical for 45 brutal minutes. Seriously I thought that I was going to die. I have a creampuff where my heart ought to be and that much exercise is just cruel.

But I refuse to become one of those people who removes the skin from the chicken. That is the best part! Fatty and salty and delicious! Or pooh-poohs anything that even went near a Fry-o-lator.

Nor will I forgo cream or butter or sugar or chocolate or anything else that improves my quality of life.

I just really need to learn to enjoy it all in moderation instead of all at once and all the time.


Those jeans better make my ass look like a $1,000,000!


tammy said…
Here's to you, me, and the rest of the creampuff-hearted!
Annabelle B. said…
You know what I am beginning to think? All this exercise is turning my heart into butter.

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