My blog is making me fat
|Temptation lurks everywhere.|
It’s also keeping my house messy since I started prioritising writing and baking over vacuuming and putting away laundry.
In fact it’s happening right now – I’ve slept in because I stayed up to watch the new Kennedy’s drama on ABC and then wanted to ‘quickly’ check in to see if there were any new messages or comments. Before I know it its really late and that coffee I had after lunch has kicked in, giving me caffeine-induced heart palpitations, delaying sleep even further.
Mr Di-licious (bless him) allowed me to sleep in and delivered a latte to my bedside. There’s a bowl of porridge waiting for me on the kitchen bench, ready to be reheated while I turn on my laptop and think about my next post.
I used to get up early and go to the gym before breakfast but lately I’ve just been too tired. You know you’ve been MIA when you get notified about a trainer leaving and you’ve absolutely no idea who they’re talking about.
And then there’s the constant parade of cakes, biscuits and sweet things that move through the kitchen – all in the name of research and blog posts. I have to taste them in order to give an honest appraisal and I try to offload them promptly or freeze them. (Mr Di-licious is very popular amongst his work colleagues.)
A few weeks ago I made a cheesecake slice for Mr Di-licious to take to his study group. I over catered and plenty came back home. They sat in the fridge the rest of the weekend, calling me to eat them. Damn it I couldn’t help myself, I just had to taste them, again and again. I tried to convince myself that I was channelling my inner-Nigella, indulging in that sly midnight snack except I wasn’t wearing a sexy silk robe. I think I should surrender my Weight Watchers membership card and hang my head in shame.
Am I alone facing this dilemma? I doubt it.
In fact I’m putting out an SOS for ideas and tips. How do you bake, taste and blog whilst keeping the scales happy and maintain a state of domestic bliss?