09 April 2007

Munch meditations.

I am always hungry for a munch. Always. My mouth loves to be on the move.
That fibrous low calorie thing from taiwan, the producer's all fudge brownie with half-drowning nuts. They called to me with voices like the marshmellow man's. Round, soft, fat, and inviting.
Today I even half-sipped, half-sucked a bit of caramel gelato in my coffee after a calorie-count busting lunch.
But an hour later, I was still hungry, so i drank water and had a mint sitting in its harassed paper bag (which reminded me of my scribbled haphazard taglines).
When I finally finished section one of three of my work, it felt good. Then I realised, I wasn't hungry anymore.

4 comments:

Shaz said...

It could be stress. Or it could be your metabolism going up cuz of the exercise?

workawhorlic said...

That's not the point my dear. I was trying to draw a parallel between feeling full and feeling satisfied. :)

Shaz said...

Ah. I see. :) Good post nevertheless. You're a fantastic writer.

drewscape said...

i like your style of eating.