That is really the question!
Gluttony is despicable, isn’t it? No matter how much I think I can’t possibly stuff my mouth anymore, a few hours of the inner workings of my stomach later and I’m right back where I started – craving.
Disgusting, I know. I do apologise, really, but I swear I have been equipped with faulty tastebuds, ones that are punishingly dismembered from my stomach and most importantly my hips. The “a moment on your lips is a lifetime on your hips” concept is naturally inconceivable to them so I can’t be blamed completely.
The only saving grace is that the weekend is near, so hopefully I’ll be spending a large chunk of it sleeping rather than consuming.
Tell me please, can you put on weight dreaming of food?
Have a spectacular weekend my adorables 🙂
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