The trip of (way too much) food!

If you want to maintain a diet, DO NOT take a trip to New York.

With everyday that goes by I can literally feel myself my stomach expand. It's really quite annoying.

Last night, my amazing auntie surprised us by coming home from Honk Kong one day early. When  I say surprised, what I actually mean is that she never bothered to check her ticket for the correct date of return. Anyways, not important. What is important is that when she arrived home at 10 pm she ordered the largest New York style pizza I have EVER seen. I tried eating healthy that say, so when i made it home in the evening I was fairly proud of myself for not stuffing my fat fass with carbs and junk but it is safe to say that i failed. I scarfed down a massive slice and we took our little get together to the couch where we didn't move until bedtime. 


I have one question. Why is that Americans feel the need to supersize EVERYTHING?! It's like a sick disease. No one, and i mean NO ONE, needs to order a regular cheese pizza for 12 dollars that can feed 5 families. I am not exaggerating. The first bus stop we made when we crossed the boarder into the States you see supersize coffee mugs, supersize chocolate bars, supersize chips, supersize drinks. Don't get me wrong, we have supersize goods in Canada but, they are definitely still smaller than over here. I mean, do whatever makes you happy but do not introduce healthy eating lunch plans within school and sell mega large chocolate bars next door. It is as if logic was on vacation during that discussion.

I digress. 

At the moment, my auntie is making a delicious Tom Yum soup with seafood and I am craving soup. My body is craving soup. I have been stuffing myself with carbs like a fat chunk and I feel as though some liquid can do me good. Plus, it smells unbelievable. Later tonight, we're taking a trip to a Middle Eastern restaurant for their famous rack of lamb. I'll be sure to take photos. My family raves about this places on a daily basis  hourly basis. I think I'll just wear a pair of sweatpants, my nicest ones of course.

By the way, the first night in New York we ordered in sushi...at 11pm. At $3.50 a roll it's hard to say no.

In conclusion, I have NO control.

When I'm on the beach in Punta Cana first week of January, I will resemble a sushi roll myself... as I proceed to stuff my face with the all-inclusive food and drinks. YAY.