More meetings, more food, and more fun.
I think my week in New York has been a culinary test of my willpower.
A test I gladly failed.
After a week of breads, wines, desserts, and more, I had to ask myself….
….why the sugar substitute in my coffee?
I mean really, what’s the point. I did not walk away from a single dessert, entree, or appetizer. It seems, I have trained myself to automatically go for the Splenda or Equal, when it comes to sweetening my coffee. It think I caught the waiter choking back a giggle when I asked for Splenda.
He’s lucky I’ve got a sense of humor!
I’m lucky I was wearing Spanx!