Soup du jour 2: noodles
I'm tired. It's late. I'm eating 2 min noodles for dinner and Im talking to the dog about my day.
I feel guilty. Guilty that I'm eating something so low in nutrition, guilty that I'm getting chubby and this is not a meal to halt that. Guilty that I feel guilty. Guilty that I'm vain and want to be thin and beautiful.
But, I slurp each noodle and love it. It's home. It's hungover glory and comfort.
I'm tired because I went out cavorting with friends last night at the restaurant awards. Drank wine, whoop and cheered then danced dirty till 2am at El Camino. Its late because I've spent the last week juggling too many deadlines - freelance work and passion projects - so I'm working all hours.
This month I'm juggling eating well. If I had time I'd go to the supermarket and cook big batches of food. If I had more money I would buy healthy on-the-go food. I have money aside for the gym and exercise clas
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