I suppose buying the privilege to enter a restaurant to eat at my heart’s content (or expense rather) kind of counts. I used to have a system with myself that for every other week, I’d go to a restaurant, particularly a buffet as a small reward for enduring an otherwise shit work week or however it goes. But lately, I’ve been turning it into a weekly thing and that weekly visit is not only piling on the expenses even for a cheap ass chinese restaurant when compared to other restaurants out there. But it’s also piling on the pounds, too.
And I always debate with myself every week on whether or not I’m going to go and I always tell myself that it’s a good excuse to not eat around what I have at home, to keep around longer.
Yeah. Indulgences feel like something we deserve sometimes until we realize there are consequences. Life is a tightrope walk, a delicate balance in so many things. It’s kind of agonizing.
I suppose buying the privilege to enter a restaurant to eat at my heart’s content (or expense rather) kind of counts. I used to have a system with myself that for every other week, I’d go to a restaurant, particularly a buffet as a small reward for enduring an otherwise shit work week or however it goes. But lately, I’ve been turning it into a weekly thing and that weekly visit is not only piling on the expenses even for a cheap ass chinese restaurant when compared to other restaurants out there. But it’s also piling on the pounds, too.
And I always debate with myself every week on whether or not I’m going to go and I always tell myself that it’s a good excuse to not eat around what I have at home, to keep around longer.
Yeah. Indulgences feel like something we deserve sometimes until we realize there are consequences. Life is a tightrope walk, a delicate balance in so many things. It’s kind of agonizing.