Ok, so here's the deal... I've been busily working in my kitchen at all things gourmet. I managed to successfully create and cook a Beef Wellington last week. I am so proud of myself for that one, as I spent 6 hours making it! I also made chicken enchiladas from scratch, meaning I actually made and seasoned the chicken myself, which is something I've never done. My next project is to make the perfect chocolate cake from scratch; no boxed mixes!! Scary! It may turn out to be a cake of chocolate cardboard. I'll let you know. The downside, is that I haven't been to the gym to work-out in over two weeks. Therefore, I have yet to burn the calories I gained from eating said Beef Wellington and enchiladas. My muscles have turned to flab, and succinctly turned to pure goo having no stable exercise in my life.
I think my body has declared a strike at my attempts to gourmet my life. Someday I will be the ruler of Hell's Kitchen, but not today. I may have to roll myself to the auditions, but someday... Well, I will be the ruler of MY kitchen. I'm not going quite so far as Julie and Julia, but I am planning on doing some more daring and difficult recipes. But first, I have to wheelbarrow myself to the gym to burn off a few, maybe ten, thousand calories... Ah, such is life. I'm beginning to have a love/hate relationship with myself. I love the cooking I do, I hate what it's doing to my physical motivation. I have had way too many food comas (hence the lack of posts) in the past few weeks, that I'm afraid to actually count them for fear I will have to attend Over-Eaters Anonymous meetings!
Needless to say, I have to get my body to cooperate or I'm going to have to declare war on my cellulite. I'm running out of clean pants that are elastic waistband, so something must be done!
Alas, as much as I need a good dose of reality, I don't think I want to take it... It kinda makes me gag.
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