Falling off the wagon
Oh internet. I am off the wagon. I tried to jump back on the wagon but it was filled with hand whipped double cream and I just slipped off the back again, face first into some refined sugar.
Things that I shoved in my gob this weekend that I probably oughtn’t have…
7 home made scones with carcinogenic margarine, raspberry jam AND cream.
A baguette with cambozola (thick, we’re not talking a spread here people, we’re talking hunks)
About 2lbs of smoked and BBQ meat from Mark Thuet’s Cluck, Grunt and Low, WITH fries
Cheesecake (this was not my fault and was to save my husband from feeling awkward as it was meant for him but he was allergic, his eyes were pleading with me to eat the cake, eat the cake. I did. It was delicious)
4 cadbury cream eggs (maybe 5 but the diabetic coma I was in for most of the weekend prevents me from remembering).
A bag of maltesers.
A medium-ish popcorn at the cinema (without butter, but I aint fooling myself that this was good for me).
A box of chocolate covered almonds.
A chocolate chip cookie (I would say epic sized?)
Shepherd’s Pie (I ate all of the shepherds, all of their meaty flock, and then some of their bovine extended family, just to fill the hole).
A Twix Bar.
Some sour key candy.
Homemade Guacamole with corn chips.
Some Riceworks Wasabi chips.
I can’t think of any major food group I didn’t shove in my big cake hole and then have a bit more of. Delicious.
So please, if you see my wagon, ask him nicely to come home, I’m sorry and I need him back.
Graeme Said,
February 18, 2009 @ 13:03
To be fair, that was over more than just the weekend. And i did appreciate you eating the cake.
Peter Said,
February 19, 2009 @ 07:35
Shep Pie and letting Graeme smell your breath to appreciate the scones made me laugh out loud.
If I were a huge-cut-buff dude I’d yell at you to hit the gyms and reach pass the limit. But I’m just a little buff dude.
You make me think about motivation. About guilt. About goals. About old habits and consciously conditioning new ones.
In an author’s memoir he relates jogging to writing a novel. Most days he doesn’t want to run. He asked an Olympic marathon runner about getting up in the morning to run and was relieved that the response was ‘I don’t want to run either, I want to stay in bed.’