In retaliation for the abuse I heaped upon it the other week, my body has been demanding more food and rest. “Waistline be damned!” it said. Despite my best efforts to keep things under control, last week I shoveled second servings onto my plate at every meal and dozed off at odd moments during the day. I just can’t help feeling a little sapped at the end of every work day, and it’s hard to resist taking it out on food. Like last Saturday, for instance.
It had been kind of a long day at the office. Due to my absence last week because I attended my grandfather’s cremation, I had to stay in the office the full nine hours from 9am to 6pm. I was on my way home when my parents called me and invited me to Eastwood City for dinner. I had been binging on Murray’s Sugar-Free Cookies the whole day at the office but still found some room for Teriyaki Boy lapu-lapu tempura. For dessert, I had a latte at Starbucks.
I then headed to Shangri-La Mall where I was supposed to meet with Marielle and her friends from work. They hadn’t had dinner yet, so we went to Krocodile, and I had some calamari rings, sisig, ostrich salpicao, and… My head is spinning just thinking about what I ate. But that wasn’t the end of it!
We found the live music at Shangri-La a little too dated, so at 12am we found ourselves at Metrowalk. Unfortunately, our timing sucked; Rivermaya had just wrapped up their album launch by the time we arrived, so there was no more live music for the rest of the night. Determined to make the best of it anyway, we ordered drinks and mozzarella sticks at Menu.
My sangria proved to be a little too strong, so I ended up drinking Marielle’s non-alcoholic (but definitely more caloric) green tea shake.
I think the next morning I woke up five pounds heavier. Ü Don’t worry, I’m not about to let myself go. I’m getting back on the wagon this week, and I’m not going to let job-related stress get the best of me and my appetite.
But it is lunchtime in an hour…