Living in SoCal is dangerous. But I'm not talking about gangs or
road rage or murders or that kind of danger. I mean that within
a 1 mile radius of my apartment, there are more restaurants of every variety I
can think of than I've ever had access to in my entire life. More than one should have access to.
It's
dangerous because I now not only have a cupcake shop I like (something I didn't
have before in the Midwest), but I now have a favorite cupcake shop. Meaning there are
multiple bakeries devoted solely to cupcakes and I have sampled enough of them
to both feel like a complete glutton and come out with a favorite.
Dangerous.
Dangerous
because I've been on a diet for the last 11 months or so, and I've lost 45
pounds so far, which is great and I'm crazy excited about it. I haven't done
any crazy fad diet either... when people ask how I've lost the weight, I
usually say, "I'm on the 'put less shit in my mouth' diet." 90% of
the time, I'm really good and eat well and healthy and all that, but once in
awhile, I just need a day where I say, "screw this" and then I go and
get a cupcake.
Which,
really, is what a healthy diet is all about right? Balancing the good with the
occasional indulgence? Please agree, at least to make me feel better about
these cupcakes.
