My cousin’s place have some kind of special ‘spell‘ that every time I stay there, I get hungry easily. I always tell myself it’s okay because at least it’s home cooked food – all the more reason for me to just help myself to more serving.
After last weekend’s binge eating session, I made a vow to eat correctly when I get back home.
When I got back in town, through city centre, I head to Selfridge’s to get my brother’s hot sauce what not.
*Sauce and get out Aqilah. Sauce and out. Sauce. Out.*
Found the sauce section opposite the confectionery stall. Dang. That was soooo close.
Glance at all of the colourful pastries and (super) quickly turned my head away.
Few seconds later I ended up right in front of the counter with the serving staff looking right into my eyes saying, ‘Can I help you miss?‘
Mati-mati. Tentu mati. Die. Cannot run away already.
But of course deep down inside I went ‘YEAH SURE PLEEEAAASSSSEEEEE HELP MEEEE. I WANT THAT.THAT.THAT.THAT.THAAAAAATTTTT.TTTHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTT!!’
So I cleared my throat and softly went, ‘Can I have one each please?‘ as my heart threw virtual sparkly confetti in the air.
Sighhh… These little cookies sure can make me skip home like a little girl.
So I comfort my waistline by pepping it that we’ll be starting the week with healthy dose of almond (err…high in minerals?) and egg white (hello protein!).
BAHAHAHA. Lies I tell myself.
When your soul and fridge are in sync.
*bites one rainbow cookie*