Today is a good day. I’m rested and feeling holier-than-thou with my fresh and fabulous lifestyle.
I’m reclaiming the wonderful word ‘no’, often followed by ‘thank you’. And when people ask me why, I say, ‘For religious reasons’, and they generally just give me a toothless smile and a few nods.
I work in sales for a beverage company and it is l i t e r a l l y my job to go in and out of cafes all day. My customers love me (shameless boast) so there are many places where I feel rude if I don’t accept a free coffee or muffin. All is well so far. I have emergency almonds in my car.
But today I must call on a specialty indian cafe and bakery where the people are dangerously lovely. I can never leave without a decadent piece of black forrest cake or a fiery tandoori chicken pie being thrust in my hands. Today was no different.
So long story short: my car smells delicious. I’ve been inhaling curry and pastry fumes, but this lovely treat is on its way to my workmate’s desk. I saw a crumb drop on the seat and I DID NOT eat it. Are you proud of me Mum?
Still don’t have crazy cravings nor am I ravenously hungry. Although, people on instagram and snapchat need to majorly reduce their food posts. K thanks.