Doughnuts. Chocolate. Cake. Anything laced in lard or sugar is a no-no. I breathe and look the celery stick in the eye, skinny bitch that she is. Why is she always so perky and upright? I could leave her to languish till she goes limp. Who’s smug now, I think.
Isn’t that a fucking masterpiece?
I know. Shakespeare is turning in his grave. But the above is my attempt to write a 50 word story, which is this week’s blog challenge: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/
Do you like how I wrote about something that I know (they always tell you to do that) and since I’m currently on day 7 of my cleanse challenge, where anything sugar coated is off the menu, food is at the forefront of my mind (or belly, depending on how you look at it).
I gotta admit, attempting to only eat a plant based diet this week has been a gargantuan challenge. I’m basically managing it, but I haven’t quite managed to do 100 per cent raw fruit and veg. For one, it is still fucking freezing outside and usually by the time I’ve inhaled my morning smoothie I’m as cold as a block of ice. I’ve also had lots going on behind-the-scenes (a.k.a my real life) and so exclusively chowing down on the raw stuff just hasn’t happened. But by next week, life should have settled down to a less frantic pace and so I’ll be able to launch myself at the sprigs of kale with gusto. But as for that biatch celery, she can do one.