Gluttony is shameful.
I ate too much today. I was so proud of myself for replacing my usual rice-and-ulam lunch with a granola energy bar, so I thought when I got home, I’d reward myself with a Spanish Sardine Sandwich (my favorite kind). When I finished the sandwich - it took me oh, all of 5 minutes - I decided that another one wouldn’t hurt, so I made a much smaller one (which took me 3 minutes to completely devour).
About an hour later, it was already dinner time, and me and my brother were already having the munchies. But my mom wasn’t home yet, and she was bringing the food, so we decided to ask our trusty helper Ate Norma to fry us up some hotdogs. That was dinner, at least I thought it was, so I really filled up on the hotdogs. After that, I decided to treat myself to some dessert, thinking I’d have just a small sliver of Oreo Cheescake to satisfy my sweet craving. I accidentally (accidentally, swear) cut myself too big a piece though, and since no one would finish it for me, I ended up eating the whole thing.
Then, and this is the worst part, my mom and my brother came home right as I was licking my fork, and they brought food. And not just any food. They brought home BEEF KEBABS. Juicy, tender beef kebabs with the perfect spicy-sour cream sauce, and creamy, curry-y potato cutlet on the side. I, Amanda of the zero willpower, was powerless against the wonderful, magical smells that rose from the take-out bags.
And now, I’m sitting in front of the computer, a big lazy pig, and my gut is huge, and I’m so full I can still feel some of the food in my esophagus. I wasn’t even able to go jogging today, because of the rain. God. Tomorrow, I swear by my life, I am sticking to my granola bar!
