Today I was good and went to Pilates class. It was not as hard as I thought it would be, but it was only the introduction, the next classes will be harder.
I walked home past the Asian bakery and thought I would treat myself to a brownie. I know it’s full of fructose that will go straight to my “kangaroo pouches”, but I don’t care. I’m tired of trying to lose weight and depriving myself of food I want and wanting to cry when I hear the icecream truck bell jingling down the road.
It had the same soft chocolaty centre as a normal brownie, but this had a crunchy coating of some type of chocolate icing and nut pieces.
The white sugar stung my lips and the honey flavour left an after taste on my tongue, but it was worth it.