how east it is to fall off the health wagon. Like some kind of
desperate food-AA meeting-goer, I have indulged in the pleasures of
the fork and felt the shame afterwards. Last night we had a family
trip to the ice cream shop where I happily wolfed down 3 scoops of ice
cream covered in warm marshmallow sauce, Oreo cookies and sprinkles.
Oh how I lived. As much as I love being back in the homeland, its a
dangerous place to be for someone such as I who is so obviously
addicted to sugar.
My confession absolves me of guilt, and will carry me through until
lunch.
1 comment:
OMG! Words fail me. I can feel my stomach straining to fit in my jeans and my blood sugar rocketing just by looking at that. Yum!
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