I remember some celebrity, maybe Kate Moss, said skinny feels better than cake tastes.
I’m not sure what skinny feels like but cake tastes damn amazing. Especially after a hectic soul searching kinesiology session.
I found a restaurant that sells banting carrot cake. I thought Id have a slice while waiting for my boyfriend to finished at work. But when I sat down, my weak willed mind caved when I saw the most delectable bar one cheesecake.
It was amazing. I savoured every bite. I couldn’t finish the whole slice but damn it was good.
Now I just gotta make sure I’m good for the rest of the day.
My boyfriends sister recently bought these seeds to help her lose weight. I thought about getting it. Almost swayed by the idea of quick easy pain-free weightloss.
I said no. I’m done with fake quick fixes. I have three bottles at home of diet pills I never finished. This time I’m gonna do it the slow way. The hard way. I’m gonna deal with all my emotional garbage. And if a slice of cake sets me back, I’m not gonna give up.