My weekend was delicious. I know, the literal translation doesn’t sound right. But that’s pretty accurate; I really had a delicious weekend. On Friday, we celebrated a friend’s uncle birthday at Dome, had dinner and wine at Tatiana. On Sunday, we celebrated with the whole family a post birthday late lunch where I got to satisfy my craving for sashimi, prosciutto ham, lamb chops, lobster, and the world’s yummiest paella in this place:
So my weekend only meant one thing: I cheated on my resolve to diet. I know. With barely less than 24 hours since I sort of panicked with the state of my health, there I was stuffing myself silly and making numerous trips to the chocolate fountain. But I did resolve to make last weekend the last time I’d do that. So today I only had cereals for breakfast, seafood pasta for lunch, and oat meal for dinner. I remember an ex-crush who once asked me what was the point of being slim and pretty when you’re cranky all the time because you’re hungry. I wanted to tell him right then that the point was to have him like me, but then I realized, how could he possibly like me if I’m so cranky?
Anyway, I wish I do get a hang of this weight loss project I’ve started. I wish I can find more joy exercising than I do drinking a cup of mocha frap. I wish I can claim, without hypocrisy and with utmost sincerity, that I get it when they say that we should eat to live, and not the other way around. I wish I can honestly say that depriving myself of all the chocolates in the world is worth it because shopping for a nice dress is more gratifying than shopping for sweets at my favorite Candy Corner.
Oh well.
At least I can name one thing that’s worth all the sacrifice, self-control, and deprivation: That look in his eyes when he sees me in my cutest LBD. Yup, no contest there. That’s definitely worth it, baby. ;)
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