How regretful has been this night; the fact that I drank a bottle of wine coupled with gorging on my weight in cheese and olives, not to mention a bowl of pasta for dinner and now I feel fat and guilty and did I forget of all the chocolates I chomped on like a dying Neanderthal.
Why do I do this to myself?
I've been slacking on looking after myself.
I mean weekend hasn't strayed yet and I'm already in a celebratory mood.
This night was unnecessary, all this mad food was uncalled for, and to think I had a buckwheat noodle and broccoli salad tucked away in the fridge, and yet I let myself come over by evil, let the devil possess me when I could e been saintly and virtuous.
Sigh, virtuosity doesn't suit me well..ah, but you know of it.
Tomorrow will be spent in atonement.
At least I do hope so.
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