The truth will set me free...I hope
Ok, so wonder of wonders, the scales have finally caught up with what my pants have been telling me for a while now. I finally showed a noticable loss on the scales, considering it's around TOM, I was very suprised, cos I'm one of those water retainers. So very happy on that front.
Ok, I will admit it, I am addicted, I am addicted to the smooth, gooey, flowing caramel, the crunchy, yummy buttery buiscuit base and the non-descript chocolate. I love looking at the red writing on the gold wrapper, before tearing it open, sometimes slow, sometimes fast and taking that first bite as my brain explodes with such things as "oh, MY GOD!! I LOVE YOU FOR INVENTING" or "yes, Yes, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" as a huge amount of endorphins courses through my veins, and I quickly disregard the sane part of me thats trying to remind me how good I was all day, how hard I worked at the gym, how instead of having fish and chips for lunch I chose brown rice, veggies and tuna (which I actually enjoy). For that one moment, I am consumed, I my friends, am addicted to Twix. I love those little twin towers of chocolatey, caramely, buiscuity goodness. I realise that this is a by-product of my childhood, and the fact that they are on sale at the shops for 99cts a pop, but for the moment I can't stop eating them, one a day. My love for twix is so all consuming that I get a bit irritated if plans change and I can't go to the shops after work like I usually do to get my hit. I don't know, maybe it's ok cos I find that if i have my twix to look forward to, I don't seem to indulge as much in other things. I guess now I just have to find a way to limit this to once or twice a week, cos everyday is going to catch up with me on the weights stakes.
I can't wait for the weekend, we have long weekend here, so no work on monday..WOOHOO!!!
Ok, off to bed. A good weekend to all.
Ok, I will admit it, I am addicted, I am addicted to the smooth, gooey, flowing caramel, the crunchy, yummy buttery buiscuit base and the non-descript chocolate. I love looking at the red writing on the gold wrapper, before tearing it open, sometimes slow, sometimes fast and taking that first bite as my brain explodes with such things as "oh, MY GOD!! I LOVE YOU FOR INVENTING" or "yes, Yes, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" as a huge amount of endorphins courses through my veins, and I quickly disregard the sane part of me thats trying to remind me how good I was all day, how hard I worked at the gym, how instead of having fish and chips for lunch I chose brown rice, veggies and tuna (which I actually enjoy). For that one moment, I am consumed, I my friends, am addicted to Twix. I love those little twin towers of chocolatey, caramely, buiscuity goodness. I realise that this is a by-product of my childhood, and the fact that they are on sale at the shops for 99cts a pop, but for the moment I can't stop eating them, one a day. My love for twix is so all consuming that I get a bit irritated if plans change and I can't go to the shops after work like I usually do to get my hit. I don't know, maybe it's ok cos I find that if i have my twix to look forward to, I don't seem to indulge as much in other things. I guess now I just have to find a way to limit this to once or twice a week, cos everyday is going to catch up with me on the weights stakes.
I can't wait for the weekend, we have long weekend here, so no work on monday..WOOHOO!!!
Ok, off to bed. A good weekend to all.
posted by tash at 10:32 PM
1 Comments:
I laughed at that beautiful description of the Twix! (And I drooled a little, too!)
Congrats on the loss! You rock!
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