A diet, a starvation period, a mental problem... call it whatever you like, I've just launched my healthy lifestyle campaign. It's not like I eat nothing, although some voracious carnivores (my Lion included ;*) are ready to say so seeing how little I consume (leave my small, poor stomach at peace!)
with an iced coffee in the background as a peripheral character... beautifully served, thoughA good limit is not a bad one so I have cutted the amount of sugar and fat which means... Wait! Hold on for a sec... does it mean I am not allowed to indulge myself with any of the things I have mentioned so far at the blog? Let's think clearly. If I have mentioned the things it must mean I love them in a way... and if I love them and now I can't taste them then I'm screwed. And the ironic thing is I am the screwdriver in the flesh, my own worst enemy.
Bye bye chocolate (although not necessarily if you are dark with 70% cocoa content)
Adieu pizza, take care of my boy
Sajonara drinks (I won't miss PinaColada but her other sisters and brothers)
Hasta luego sweets
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississppi, four Mississippi...
Ok, let's not panic, I'm not going to live on sprouts and my raspberry cocktail is a proof of it. Glycemic index is low enough, fruit and milk are healthy and the mixture itself was delicious. In the heart of Leszno, with the view of the town hall and in a great (when it comes to size) and great-looking cup it didn't sound like a big sin. Quite the contrary, it was positively nutritious.
I feel much more healthy than I used to (can it be seen already? Can you tell from my raspberry-cheeked face?) and I bet I will persist in my resolution for a long time (with some small affairs with a cookie from time to time somewhen near holidays). Wish me good luck!
Signed: raspberry cheek
