While some people are getting ready for 50 Shades of Whatever, I sit here this morning, feeling extremely guilty over last nights gluttony.

gluttony, 7 sins

Some people get their rocks off with tie me up-tie me down Mr. Grey stuff, whereas I get feeling good with a plate of fresh pasta and homemade spaghetti sauce. Oh yea baby. Fresh crusty garlic bread? Keep talking dirty to me baby… mozzarella and tomato salad? YES YES YES.

I will never be thin. I could be healthier. I could work harder to make my ass less planet like, but dear sweet baby Cheesus, I love food. I admit it- a glass of wine and a bowl of pasta is my idea of happy. I eat not to live, but to enjoy it.

I enjoy food. All of the food. Except for salad. I really don’t enjoy salad and it shows.

I probably need to work on this.

I probably need to get off my ass this morning and either go for a long walk OR press play on Tracy Anderson to atone for last nights gluttony.

Speaking of gluttony, I realized that gluttony is my favorite of the 7 Deadly Sins. Here s a ranking of the rest of them (Yes, my inner Catholic pops out when it suits.)

7 sins- Gluttony

Sloth? Yeah, in theory it’s ok, but not quite there. I mean, I feel kinda sloth like when I eat all of the pasta.

Greed? Not really. I mean, I greedily shove balsamic sprinkled mozz into my mouth. Is that greed or gluttony?

Lust, probably a close second for gluttony. Right now, I’m sitting here lusting after Tim Hortons. Sigh. It’s all about the food. It’s all about the food.

Envy- I envy people that don’t have to get off their asses and work out.

Wrath- I pity the fool that eats my last box of Girl Scout cookies. Um, did I just channel Mr. T?

Pride- Clearly I have none, otherwise, I wouldn’t have big ass and talk about it!

So, there you have it. I guess I will get up and do the video. I need to be able to wear short sleeved things in a near future, and I would prefer not to have my arms sway in the wind. Oh, wait…there is pride. Ok. Wrath is the bottom bitch. I’m so not a wrath like kinda person.

Aren’t you glad you read this today?

 

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