I imagine any new blogger, in his or her (lets be politically correct) enthusiasm, comes up with lots of ideas for posts. Not quite unlike me. (Last post: this morning)
The title to this post may sound like an episode of 'Doctor Who', but is actually a reference to my tummy at this moment. Weight loss, the eternal problem. I guess this will drive away anybody who does not love me unconditionally. As a saving grace, this post is about Stella, temptation and my most recent attempts at fending it off.
Four months ago, the mother (aka the Home Minister) banned me from Kickboxing. The Ban has something to do with her belief that weightlifting is bad news for already weak eyes (the writer is myopic). The sudden end of the rigorous regimen brought in waves of fat deposits. The tummy ballooned as though it were being filled with hot air.
Perhaps if the company I keep was more cautious, I would be too. For good or for bad, my friends (God bless them!) eat with enviable abandon. Indeed, Stella James, Founder-Organizer of this blog, who is presently occupying a substantial space at my house (I love you!), whips up home-made desserts like a contestant on MasterChef. The picture below explains her creation this afternoon:
It consists of heated chocolate cookies, Hershey's Chocolate Syrup, vanilla and strawberry ice-cream and cashewnuts all thrown together, resulting in a spectacularly sinful delight. Trust me, it tastes better than it sounds or looks.
Temptation, thy name is Evil.
As an aside, dedicated to Kriti Bhatia, who is yet to see this view:
Can't wait to have you over again sometime.
The title to this post may sound like an episode of 'Doctor Who', but is actually a reference to my tummy at this moment. Weight loss, the eternal problem. I guess this will drive away anybody who does not love me unconditionally. As a saving grace, this post is about Stella, temptation and my most recent attempts at fending it off.
Four months ago, the mother (aka the Home Minister) banned me from Kickboxing. The Ban has something to do with her belief that weightlifting is bad news for already weak eyes (the writer is myopic). The sudden end of the rigorous regimen brought in waves of fat deposits. The tummy ballooned as though it were being filled with hot air.
Perhaps if the company I keep was more cautious, I would be too. For good or for bad, my friends (God bless them!) eat with enviable abandon. Indeed, Stella James, Founder-Organizer of this blog, who is presently occupying a substantial space at my house (I love you!), whips up home-made desserts like a contestant on MasterChef. The picture below explains her creation this afternoon:
It consists of heated chocolate cookies, Hershey's Chocolate Syrup, vanilla and strawberry ice-cream and cashewnuts all thrown together, resulting in a spectacularly sinful delight. Trust me, it tastes better than it sounds or looks.
Temptation, thy name is Evil.
As an aside, dedicated to Kriti Bhatia, who is yet to see this view:
Can't wait to have you over again sometime.
my dear girl...wilst thou blame me for my joy of eating amazingly awesome dessert stuff that you so callously deprive yourself of?
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