Earlier this week, I wrote a heartfelt post on quitting, on how we should not rush to judge people who quit ostensibly good things. Like, say, diets. Well, we all knew it wouldn't last. At least I did. I guess it's possible that some of you out there had a pinch more faith in me.
That's right. After a short stint as an annoyingly abstemious post-"vacation" dieter, I'm eating bread again. With a vengeance.
It all went down the tubes yesterday beginning with one of my favorite Starbucks Spinach Feta wraps. I was hard at work, burning like a zillion calories on my Laptop and figured: it's a whole wheat wrap. That is very healthy. Probably has fifty-something grams of fiber. Shouldn't even count as bread... And then BAM. Diet is over.
Since that moment, I've consumed the following yummy carborific goodies:
1. Spring rolls 2. Vats of white rice 3. A Skinny Cow (ha!) mint ice cream sandwich 4. A grilled cheese sandwich 5. Toddler's leftover fries 6. A Levain chocolate chip cookie. (Heaven)
And now I am writing this post and thinking ahead to dinner. What will it be? Not sure yet. But I do know that it won't be home-cooked or bread-free. Quitting can be delicious, my friends! Don't judge me. Join me!