Yummy Adventures

Reposted from MySummerSolstice

If I were asked what my greatest temptation is - it’d be FOOD.

Yes. Delectable, soul-filling, mind-blowing food. I love food above everything else, and this is where I don’t budget at all ( that leaves me broke, too? Haha! ) Would you budget on something that makes you smile?

It’s a love and hate relationship, really.

Last Saturday, I felt my stomach growling during my trip to A’s house which was about an hour and a half’s worth of roadtrip. I was seriously hungry that I was imagining what food I’d want to devour as I arrived at her place. Verdict? California Pizza Kitchen.

I mean, who wouldn’t want to eat there? They’ve got extremely big servings and the best food ever. Their chopped Chicken BBQ Salad is my all-time favorite, and doesn’t make me feel that I’m eating strange, sour salad, their Five Cheese Pizza makes me sigh in delight as I endlessly color it red with Cholula Hot Sauce and chili flakes, and most of all, I can agree to be someone’s slave forever as long as I get fed with their Tomato Basil Spaghetinni ( oh, absolut yumness. ). My tummy was filled with so much happiness that I think I could have cried. Haha.

CPK is my comfort food of all time. Whenever I’d get tired of trying new stuff, I’d always come back there to fill my tummy with happiness. Sigh. I miss it already. No more CPK Tomas Morato - I have to camp out at Trinoma to be able to eat there. Sigh.

So there, I love food.

The next day, I went to the local sports club to fulfill my New Year’s Resolution - that is to indulge in sports. I am targeting drastic weight loss, and firm muscles by the end of March as I promised myself to swim every Sunday morning, and maybe do some pilates mid-week. My first training session was just mellow - as I try to get my endurance back, I realized I wasn’t as fast as before, but I felt that I could still regain that lost stamina that I’ve given up over the years.

Hell started when I finished swimming. With a huge smile in my face, I ate a HEARTY lunch.
Hot and sour soup. Tokwa’t Baboy. Fish fillet in tausi. Fillet mignon. Lemon chicken. One and a half servings of rice. Oh no!!!

I was happy while lunch lasted, and shook my head on my way home.

How am I supposed to attain my Jessica Alba bod dream if I keep on eating like this?

My hearty appetite just betrays me ALL THE TIME. Sigh.

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