Gluttony is derived from the Latin word glutirre which means to gulp down or swallow. In my language, pigging out would be a synonymous term. I fear I've been one serious oinker this week. As you may know, Monday was a very eventful day for me. I ate nothing but a breakfast burrito from Mi Ranchito. No time. By Tuesday morning I was ready to go into hibernation mode. I slept almost all day. Then Tuesday night I didn't sleep a wink. My body's state of equilibrium took a turn for the worse. I took one look at my sunken eyes in the mirror and said, "To heck with it all! I'm going to eat whatever I want, when I want, and I'm not even going to so much as LOOK at my running shoes for the rest of the week!!!" The results are in: 3 mint oreo milkshakes from Carl's Junior, 2 orders of chicken taquitos from El Azteca Taco Shop, 2 trips for take out at Bajio, 5 (soon to be 6) of the most amazing cupcakes I have ever tasted in my entire life, pasta with salsa rosata from Gloria's Little Italy (one of my favorite dishes) with their crazy delicious garlic bread, followed by two pints of coconut and donatella gelato from Meastro's. Those are just the highlights.
While gluttony is considered one of the seven deadly sins, I must confess, it has felt AWESOME. At least, it did for the first several days. Now? I am starting to feel like a beached whale. It's time for Glutton Girl to transition back into being Granola Girl.