where has all the sweetness gone?
It's not often that I treat myself to ice cream (or so I tell myself. oh sweet delusion) so I'm quite disappointed that my daydream-meets-reality pint of cookies and cream is not living up to it's part of the deal (which is being worth all the freaking calories). I even had the husband throw in a bag of marshmallows into the supermarket basket to sweeten the deal. That and I couldn't make up my mind about which flavor to get, so I decided to get the best of both cookie and rocky road worlds.
It's not normal! I want to enjoy my ice cream. I'm tempted to blame (because I'm big on that lately) this lack of sweet luvvin on the ice cream makers for using crummy cookies. Or the news, who spent a whole seven minutes on a feature about the decaying whale shark stuck in a cove, poisoning the water around it with it's stewing juices. With lovely visuals to match. Or could it be that my hastily cooked dinner of... dilis has tainted my tastebuds with its bitterness?
And so now that I have rested my spooning hand long enough to ponder, I'm feeling quite disgusted with myself. Husband and I watched the last episode of The Biggest Loser last night, and I couldn't help but feel my whole jiggly self wishing I had the self-control to lose the weight. And here I am, not 24 hours later, whining about my inability to enjoy my ice cream.
On another note, I have an appointment for a posh haircut and color treatment at a Japanese salon this Monday. I'm quite excited about it...can you feel it from there?
It's not normal! I want to enjoy my ice cream. I'm tempted to blame (because I'm big on that lately) this lack of sweet luvvin on the ice cream makers for using crummy cookies. Or the news, who spent a whole seven minutes on a feature about the decaying whale shark stuck in a cove, poisoning the water around it with it's stewing juices. With lovely visuals to match. Or could it be that my hastily cooked dinner of... dilis has tainted my tastebuds with its bitterness?
And so now that I have rested my spooning hand long enough to ponder, I'm feeling quite disgusted with myself. Husband and I watched the last episode of The Biggest Loser last night, and I couldn't help but feel my whole jiggly self wishing I had the self-control to lose the weight. And here I am, not 24 hours later, whining about my inability to enjoy my ice cream.
On another note, I have an appointment for a posh haircut and color treatment at a Japanese salon this Monday. I'm quite excited about it...can you feel it from there?