Friday began with an emphatic clarity of unmistakable robustness and assured well-being with the usual healthy morning routine, what with the banana and hot water and lemon water aplenty followed by rigorous work outs only to nosedive or rather fall from grace with a rather vulgar sound of outrageous smut when I sat down for lunch and found myself slathering a white bread with lewd amounts of butter, and topping it with some fried leftovers of a fish dish I had made yesterday for the food blog.
Oh dear, oh dear I yelped to myself. Need to balance this grotesque art of gluttonous greed with a healthy smoothie I'm wont to drink each day; complete with soy milk, bananas, blueberries, chia seeds, flax seeds and goji berries, except I made myself a tall glass of Vietnamese coffee with two spoonfuls of condensed milk and proceed to gulp down this luxuriously sweetened concoction as I confess my guilt here, in my virtual confession box to the only pair of eager ears or eyes that really matter.
Days like these with incidents like such often happen and I'm left reeling in the wake of my mistakes or rather weakening will power. To say that they only, mostly happen during weekends would be a pathetic excuse, because a weekend doesn't warrant madness, but then again, what really are weekends all about?
Also, sometimes when I'm making a particular comforting/fried/heavy/junk/meaty dish for my food blog, the consumption of the said food is left on my dainty shoulders because others in the house won't let anything meat touch them with a barge pole, and thusly I end up consuming all of it. So you see milord, It's not ALL my fault.
Things are a lot easier when there's a cake or similar baked goods, for then they are not left languishing in the fridge, in fact they are gone within hours of baking with a gusto of relishing devotion followed by a spiel of gratitude, meat on the other hand makes matter a bit difficult, leaving only just moi to deal with leftovers and god forbid if they're fried, which todays leftovers were.
So Friday, or rather FRyday as it turned out for me, has begun on a hefty note and now that I'm done with the coffee I feel like having another one.
Making up for the almost month long caffeine purge..
Oh dear, oh dear I yelped to myself. Need to balance this grotesque art of gluttonous greed with a healthy smoothie I'm wont to drink each day; complete with soy milk, bananas, blueberries, chia seeds, flax seeds and goji berries, except I made myself a tall glass of Vietnamese coffee with two spoonfuls of condensed milk and proceed to gulp down this luxuriously sweetened concoction as I confess my guilt here, in my virtual confession box to the only pair of eager ears or eyes that really matter.
Days like these with incidents like such often happen and I'm left reeling in the wake of my mistakes or rather weakening will power. To say that they only, mostly happen during weekends would be a pathetic excuse, because a weekend doesn't warrant madness, but then again, what really are weekends all about?
Also, sometimes when I'm making a particular comforting/fried/heavy/junk/meaty dish for my food blog, the consumption of the said food is left on my dainty shoulders because others in the house won't let anything meat touch them with a barge pole, and thusly I end up consuming all of it. So you see milord, It's not ALL my fault.
Things are a lot easier when there's a cake or similar baked goods, for then they are not left languishing in the fridge, in fact they are gone within hours of baking with a gusto of relishing devotion followed by a spiel of gratitude, meat on the other hand makes matter a bit difficult, leaving only just moi to deal with leftovers and god forbid if they're fried, which todays leftovers were.
So Friday, or rather FRyday as it turned out for me, has begun on a hefty note and now that I'm done with the coffee I feel like having another one.
Making up for the almost month long caffeine purge..
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