So you may recall that in my most recent post, I discussed my addiction the evil drug that is sugar, lambasted our sugar saturated food culture, and vowed to take proactive and reactive measures to greatly reduce my glucose intake for the sake of my overall health, my skin, and my future waistline. But just as everyone else that has struggled with substance abuse, I too have fallen victim to a relapse. See right what had happened was, I'm currently in Atlanta at a learning institute conference for work. Having arrived at my hotel yesterday, there was of course, a welcome reception, and there was of course a ton of so-so hotel food. To my pleasant surprise, however, the desserts table was actually full of options that my highly discriminating palette finds not only acceptable, but delicious. Things like french macaroons, mini fruit tarts, mini-cake slices *not* covered in butter cream frosting, and my all time favorite dessert, mini key lime pies. Like I've mentioned before, I'm not a fan of extreme measures, and I sure as hell don't believe in completely restricting any food I find enjoyable from my diet, but rather enjoy it with conservative moderation. So without really thinking about it, I indulged myself. I mean, there were mini key lime pies AND French macaroons; I wasn't even trying to resist. Things went from bad, to greedy, to girls who eat their feelings. I knew going back for that third plate of desserts was just wrong, and completely out of character for me, but I couldn't help myself. Well, there's a moral to this story. A mere two hours after my third plate of dessert, I was curled in a ball with a MAJOR tummy ache. And about twenty minutes later, I was up close and personal with the toilet of my hotel bathroom. Yes that's right, I retched my guts up, along with 2 mini key lime pies, 4 french macaroons, 2 slices of cake, and a mini fruit tart. [that was probably tmi, but whatevs]
God don't like ugly, he sure hates stupid, and severely punishes the gluttonous.
Guess whose back on the wagon, and walked past the desserts table at lunch today, and kept it moving past the fondue table at dinner tonight?
Lesson Learned!
