Just a wee lil excuse to put many pictures of yumyums here.
Some pictures of the many delightful meals I had in New York City.
Apologies in advance if you’re hungreh right now,
or are on some weird diet.
I’m on a diet too, for the first time ever (2-day failures don’t count),
but that’s for another day.
Korean fried chicken in K-Town NYC. Spicy, droolworthy
Brazilian. Lotsa meat.
Brunch at La Bonbonniere NYC. YUM
Scallops at Tribeca Grill, Robert de Niro's joint
Another brunch. Eggs benedict. Tom's, Brooklyn
Looks a bit gross, but yummmm. At the famous Kat'z Deli!
Un.be.liev.a.bly. good. ramen. IPPUDO, NYC
That’s only … 0.5% of what I ate in NYC.
So, am I now a lil Michelin (wo)man?
Well, I was away for six weeks, but to be honest I actually lost weight in
NYC. Must have been all the walking,
running,
salahbudgetkenajalanlagitothetrainstation.
And then.
I go to London for just a short time … and I think I gained it all
back. Probably the pies. DAMN YOU PIES! And all that beer & stout,
etc etc. And just being happy, I guess.
.
Which leads me to today.
This morning, at a meeting, someone said to me ‘Omg why have you lost
so much weight?’
And I was thinking ‘Exsqueeze me, you joking or what?’ … but the person
is question is really wonderful and lovely so it didn’t keluar macam tu lah.
And then I went home to pick up something for lunch.
And I was like ‘Mom, did I lose weight you think?’
Yeah girl, she said.
Then I start thinking everyone’s hallucinating.
Cause I know what the scales say, dammnit!
And then suddenly …
Mom says slowly:
You know girl, you are so much lovelier, more beautiful and glow-y
when you have more meat on your cheeks.
AWwwwwww??
Really, ma? So…you think I look better fatter? With my puffy cheeks?
Yeah, definitely. You’ve got this glow, when you have those cheeks,
you look so much happier. I love it and stare at you sometimes, wondering
how you get like that, with that glow-y skin and all.
And I didn’t know what to say, it was just such a sweet thing
to come from my mom, who is usually quite icyprincess-y in her assessment
of things and people.
I wish I could tell her. But not now.
So yeah. My momma will love me fat.
Pass me those damn pies!
:)
