
In the middle of this sinful indulgence, my ecstasy was temporarily thwarted by guilt about my zillion-calorie surrender. I didn't bother to open my mouth about it to anyone because really, who wants to hear me whine about needing to loose 10lbs as I stuff my gaping maw with at least a cup of whipped heavy cream, right? But then just as quickly as the guilt had washed over me, I had a moment of clarity. I try to eat in moderation, and have a fairly healthy diet. Other than a slice of birthday cake last week, when have I recently had a proper dessert? I hadn't been to State Fair in a decade. Life is way too short, so shut up and eat the freakin' cream puff already. Geez.
In fact I may just make the "State Fair Cream Puff Supper" an annual event. Nuff said.
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