Friday is the day when I treat myself with going out for lunch and maybe have a glass of wine in the evening. It has worked in the past and should work if I think before ordering. Happy it being Friday my colleague from IT and I decided to have a lunch at a Chinese restaurant. Today’s special were five different dishes including fried shrimps with sweet and sour sauce. Something I love, but don’t eat any longer since my system thinks deep fried things are too oily and greasy. After debating with myself for a second or two I still ordered fried shrimps with sweet and sour sauce. Enjoying the conversation with my colleague from IT I really didn’t that much attention to how much I was eating and suddenly I had cleaned the plate. I then finally realises that I was going to be in trouble. Sure thing, a bellyache out of this world that wanted me to just bend over in agony, but I was chairing a meeting. Some nice person had bought muffins from my favourite coffee place to the meeting since it was Friday afternoon, and in a weak moment I thought that eating one of those gigantic things would help. Not really… Who was I trying to fool?!
Two hours later I was finally home and by then I had also wolfed down an XL Mars bar. Needless to say I spent the rest of the evening on the sofa digesting my intake of food like a snake. Coming out of my food-hazed coma I started to wonder what the heck was I thinking. And honestly I still don’t know, but probably too cocky. To defence I can only say: One lives and learns and Tomorrow is a new day.
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