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ahhh, the weekend...
the weekend killed my willpower
Date: 9/3/2007 3:23:47 AM ( 17 y ) ... viewed 1682 times With all the good intentions, the weekend on vacation is a tough thing to pull through without indulging. Saturday - a long walk, museums, etc. All good until the hunger pains brought us right to the local Burger King (must be the nostalgia after days of local cuisine) - it smelled so good that my husband and I just looked at each other and walked right in without saying a word. We didn't eat right there and then, of course, that would be too much. But we hurried the warm and deliciously smelling bag containing a burger, a double cheeseburger and two sets of large fries home. We set them on the plates properly. With the candle burning. Yeah. My husband even had a glass of wine (not me). And we ate them with such satisfaction! (I hope none of the people in their 20th days of juice fasting are reading this). All my thoughts of flabby arms and cellulite just evaporated.
Damn.
Next day we took an early boat up the river to go to the local country side. The boat took 1.5 hours to get to the little pictureque town set in the hills, overlooking the river. It had small cobblestones streets, cute little churches and hordes of toursits. We walked around a little bit - and decided to have a brunch in one of the less populated restaurants. No alcohol or beer, no dessert - but nevertheless - plenty of bread, cheese and local cured meat. Ahh.
The boat back was still some hours away and we had an idea of walking back as much as we could, along the river bank. The city is about 30km away, and we walked, I reckon, about 20 of them. We didn't just rushed by - we took a look at all the non-touristy sites as well - like the pour people's huts, the ruined state property, the rotting tracktors, and untended soil. You don't see this in the guidebooks, but yet - it is there, behind the glossy city shopping center and prettied up touristy villages. In between lies a world that makes you shudder.
Anyhow, it was a long walk. It took us about 4 hours to get to the point of "I cannot walk anymore!" so we took a train back. Got home around 7pm, took a shower, and felt a pleasant tiredness of a day filled with walking and new impressions. But there was still a problem of dinner. Anyhow, we didn't venture too far (no more walking), instead landing in the nearby very posh place (we spotted two ferraris parked there last night) - we had to ceaser salads with grilled chicken, a bottle of local red and (to share) - a chocolate souffle. Ahh. Damn again.
The willpower - all gone at the site of the souffle. The excuse I made this time - oh, well, i did walk 20 kilometeres, didn't i.
Slept really well. Really well.
Lemon water this morning. This is my last week of vacation. I am going to try. Even writing these things down, as indulgent as this may seem, provides a nice picture of how weak my will really is. After all, I tell to myself, this is vacation. or,, this is the weekend, or this is... (insert an excuse here).
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