Just about to indulge in my favourite carrot cake, licking my lips and salivating in anticipation, until my friend pipes up with,
‘Do you know in that one slice there are 645 calories, that’s like nearly half of my daily intake’.
I don’t care, or didn’t, but now some little voice in me is singing those silly, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips, songs. I was fine. I was blissfully unaware, I really didn’t need to know, but now its too late, now my body has heard exactly how many calories I am about to consume. It’s too late. The pleasure is no more.
Please keep your mouth shut, unless you are about to eat!