Presently I'm skinny. For me. Turns out when you end your long term relationship (6+ years) it makes you kind of nauseated. All the time. Turns out when you start meeting potential suitors (Chris Rock IS right, a man is only as faithful as his options: who knew!?) it makes you kind of nauseated. All the time. As such, food hasn't been a priority over the past few months. But then I slowly came to accept chaos as the norm and regained that appetite: you know the one. Let's just say the recent food choices are not going to result in a smaller waistline for much longer. For example:
Sunday Funday: I ate most of a basket of tots. Yes, tater tots. They come in baskets. Call me Napoleon Dynamite. He was on to something. Delicious.
Monday: French Fries doused in bacon renderings and truffle popcorn. YUM.
I had high hopes for Tuesday given the stomach pains from the past two days. I felt I was being prudent and decided to drink my dinner (read: Jameson and Coors Light, classy I know) UNTIL I arrived home from the concert and had wine and kettlecorn in bed. At midnight, or later. Hard
Sunday Funday: I ate most of a basket of tots. Yes, tater tots. They come in baskets. Call me Napoleon Dynamite. He was on to something. Delicious.
Monday: French Fries doused in bacon renderings and truffle popcorn. YUM.
I had high hopes for Tuesday given the stomach pains from the past two days. I felt I was being prudent and decided to drink my dinner (read: Jameson and Coors Light, classy I know) UNTIL I arrived home from the concert and had wine and kettlecorn in bed. At midnight, or later. Hard
to say what time exactly, given the above beverage choices.
Wednesday. Wednesday was BAD. After finishing a bottle of wine with Gingham we trotted to the local foodie spot and ate: savory flan, pork belly, pumpkin deliciousness (I think they call it tortellini), sweetbreads, HUGE scallop, short ribs (who am I? the fucking hungry caterpillar of meat products?)
OH, and a watermelon sorbet and a cheese plate AND a chocolaty pecan pie with ice cream and bacon flecks on top. OH and two shots of boozy concoctions; in espresso cups, naturally. And that does not even account for the wine and cocktails.
Wednesday. Wednesday was BAD. After finishing a bottle of wine with Gingham we trotted to the local foodie spot and ate: savory flan, pork belly, pumpkin deliciousness (I think they call it tortellini), sweetbreads, HUGE scallop, short ribs (who am I? the fucking hungry caterpillar of meat products?)
OH, and a watermelon sorbet and a cheese plate AND a chocolaty pecan pie with ice cream and bacon flecks on top. OH and two shots of boozy concoctions; in espresso cups, naturally. And that does not even account for the wine and cocktails.Needless to say, I'm still full from last night...and seriously considered coming to work in my juicy pants so my distended belly would have somewhere to hide.
Game on is right.
Game on is right.
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