I want a party with room fulls of laughter, ten thousand tons of ice cream...

After a wonderful day of much indulgence today I've reassessed my attitude towards one of the biggest loves of my life - food. Food is delicious. Food is exciting. Food is sensual. Food is whatever you want it to be. And food is always there.

We modern women obsess over looking 'perfect', over being stick-thin, over achieving the unachievable so much so that we deprive ourselves the joy that comes from treats that are out there merely to tantalize our tastebuds. I refuse to give up on taste. I cannot live a life of bland-ness.
Honestly, I think I would get far greater pleasure from allowing myself these little luxuries than I would from being say, half a stone, lighter. Our critical opinions of our own beings will never fully go away so why punish yourself? I eat well, I exercise & look after myself inside AND out so surely I should be allowed to go out with my boyfriend or my best friend or my mum & have a night of pigging out. Why the hell not?! We only live once, there are thousands of flavours out there & I for one want to taste as many as I can in my time. Live to eat not eat to live.