Got back from Italy at 2:00am this morning.
Let me tell you something for free: carbs found me. They hunted me down in the form of oozing pizza, pasta-shaped Satan and pinot bianco.
Carbs beat me into submission. There's no getting away from them in Italy. (And frnakly, would you want to?)
I'm on fucking WeightWatchers, I got taken to Italy, and cracked open my party points like an egg.
It was amazeballs.
More later when I'm not in a carb coma.
3 comments:
You CANNOT go to Italy on diet! It just doesn't work!!! :)
Hope your enjoyed what you ate without a sense of guilt. No-one should eat Italian in Italy with guilt. :)
Val - bless you, that's what I'm trying to tell myself. And told myself while inhaling oozing cheese and carbonara. I mean, seriously - the place is made to kill you slowly but surely. Might as well enjoy it.
i ate so much great food. Jesus.
xx
Ain't noffink wrong with enjoying a magnifico food experience in a gorgeouso place. As long as it's done in moderation and there's some exercise as well, it's all bueno!
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