Overeating: guilty or innocent?

dessert table's filled-to-the-brim

Guten tag my dear readers from everywhere!

I'm writing not with words dancing in my head, but vivid pictures and appealing after-taste thoughts of souffles, macarons, meringues, chocolate truffles, tarts, flowing fondues, creme layers and luscious mini cakes. These lip-smacking visualizations I still kittenishly conjure to myself three days after the food tasting I engaged in.

You should have seen how flippant and mad I got with the mere sight of their French dessert table!

Needless to say, I unquestionably heart sweets.

Just peering at the goodies made my heart skip a beat that I thought of raiding the table pronto! The epiphany was nothing I ever thought of soon as I nibbled on them. It was practically heaven in a tiny bit of sugar-coated treat. 

A sweet tooth, that I am.

Chewing over each ones' caloric and sugar content ensued after a mouth-full of truffles and fruits dipped in chocolate fondues. Yet no feeling of remorse came to light. It was a rather pleasant surprise how I comfortably paid no heed to that emerging guilt.

Truth is, it's all fattening. I knew it, who doesn't? Chocolates simply equate to fats over sugar, but I just didn't really have the heart to care that very second. 

Well, If I can just defend myself from that utter sinfulness, I do remember my trainer telling me that I could still eat everything, provided that I take them in moderation. Yes. That was just a one time feast. Nothing entirely major to be conscious about.

I mean. If you like eating and you were given that precious privilege to do so, will you turn your back from it? I bet not. 

PS. A perfect reflection how I often give in to the dark side and defend my choices afterwards. Nuts right? More photos to follow.