Gluttony

It’s Cheat Day, no not like on a boyfriend or on a test, something much, much better. Today I am cheating on my diet. This is the day I have been looking forward to. My crazy no carb, no sugar diet, has been broken. My usual 1300 calorie diet has been replaced by a schmorgas board of carbs, sugar, and calories.

I woke up this morning bright eyed and ready to greet the breakfast of my dreams: cream puffs and a sugary latte. To which I followed with pecan pralines and a sugar cookie that I was saving from Valentines Day; then I was on to a lunch of a pound of pasta. At first the idea of eating whatever I wanted made my heart race with glee. However, as the day progressed my glee has been replaced with both a headache and a stomach ache. I feel like a little kid who ate too much Easter Candy. Ooohhh, which makes me think…. I could still add a Cadbury Egg to my cheat day! The latter statement really sums up my personality: If left to my own devilish devices I would eat myself sick. Flash to the movie Seven in which my movie star lover Brad Pitt stars and to the scene where the obese man is forced to eat until his stomach explodes. I don’t feel too far removed from this scene right now.