Guilt
It's depressing if you think about it. This chunk of cake in my hand has about 225 calories. I need to run for 30 minutes on the treadmill at 6 miles per hour to work it off. I could have chosen an apple for dessert but I had to pick this one. And a large piece at that. I look down on it and see that I've already chomped my way through half the slice. I go to the kitchen and I cut out an even larger piece. I offer it to you. Your eyes are glued to the TV screen and you take the plate from me without so much as a glance in my direction. From the corner of my eyes, I watch you eat it. I wait till you have finished your cake. And then I take bite from my own. It tastes much better already.
6 comments:
Hahahaha!
You nailed that one!
:-) the joys of sharing! Yaam petra inbam ivvayyagam pera!
cruel
yeah it does taste better but how come your legs dont automatically take you to the weighing machine the next morning? How come your mind doesn't calculate the caloric intake? How come you dont spend two extra minutes in front of the mirror to examine the fit? Is something wrong with you? yup, I do feel good about myself this moment coz I am normal.
You meanie! :D
hehe heh..reduced the guilt but calores? neat!
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