Ummm okayyy. Chocolate lasagna? Seriously, people. What will the Italians think of next? Fine, it’s not Italian. But doesn’t it make you want to eat this while skipping through one of Tuscany’s fields of sunflowers? The Under the Tuscan Sun soundtrack playing while your hair flies behind you in slow motion. Okay, just me then?
But for reals now. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my eating habits and know I need to make some drastic changes. I’ve never been really disciplined when it comes to healthy eating.
Chocolate cake has sabotaged my efforts many times. Oh yeah right. Like it’s my fault. That’s right. I refuse to take responsibility for it. There isn’t a soul alive who can resist chocolate’s charm. Okay, maybe Spider-Man. But only because he’s got that cloth over his mouth.
Candy, that no-good-jerky-fake-friend, has gotten me into trouble many times. You know those “friends”? You totally get me.
And bread and I are in a co-dependent relationship. We’ve had some good times. [starts to daydream]
So I’ve been doing some research on health and have started to plan my own intervention. The element of surprise will be key here. Because if I know my “other personality”is going to corner me to discuss nutrition – I’m totally outta there.
The intervention. It’s happening. Soooon.
No, I mean it.
Buuuut since I’m not technically starting it yet, of course, it makes perfect sense to go hog wild and whip up some chocolate lasagna. Wouldn’t you? It’s totally the next logical thing to do.
A true addict at work here: a last ditch effort to rebel against dietary restrictions. It’ll be my last dessert. Until I can curb my “problems”.