my life.
my food.
have you ever realised that the most happy moments of your life were spent in front of a plate...?
in hidden, small restaurants with dim lights and exotic aromas flowing and dancing from every food platter, grabbing to the walls, and mixing into a characteristic odor aged by years and years on those very walls.
my life.
the anticipation rising, with bubbly laughter inside, excited with the gift of foresight;
tall and slender glasses cradling deep purple and ruby red of the best wine your money can buy, the shared happiness between the couples sitting in corner tables, and you upon entering, almost as if it was an acknowledgment from a fellow club member, ready to join the delights of food loving nights.
my food.
the sweet, almost pillow talk, soft conversations while waiting for the starters, and hearing the bottle pop and drip the smell of oak bark and berries, sipping romantically, almost flirty like, the wine chosen by it's loved name, as a child expected. the surprised aww's when the starters come and the sheer delight of that first inhalation. the silvery fork introducing a brew of tastes and combinations of flavors.
my life.
the loud laughter that eludes our bewildered mouth, and escapes trough the fingers, bracing our blushed face. the shine on your partners eyes, partaking in your brief loss of composure, while every bite of creamy, deliciousness piece of heaven called food dances inside your mouth.
near the end... we are filled with the most virginal glow of happiness and contentment...
...and ready to face the world once again...
my food.
my life.
~Sara Corpsie
I am medicating myself with food.
sometimes I can stop myself... other times I can't.
I gained about 2kg during the last month and I can see I'll have to take extreme measures to end this binging trip. the answer is simple:
have some self control.
xoxo
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