Life Without Repercussions!
If you could do anything you wanted without having to deal with the repercussions, what would you do?
There are so many things that come to mind:
- Drink 3 bottles of rosé without dealing with the dreaded hangover
- Charge a 4 day luxury trip to Bali on my credit card and not have to pay the added interest but still collect the miles
[A girl's gotta get her miles] - Go on the above mentioned trip and not suffer from any form of jet lag.
- Get a leopard print tattoo that goes from my heel to the base of my neck - because if you know me, even just a little bit, you know how much I love me some leopard print -and not just any leopard print, but that classic (and timeless) Dolce & Gabbana leopard print.
[Oh how I digress; once I start talking about my love of leopard print I forget all other train of thought. I swear I have onset leopard print induced adult A.D.D] - I would eat a mega calorie loaded, gluten filled feast, and not just a cute dainty feast, but a 20 course banquet fit for a Roman goddess. And when I finish this feast of glorious gluten gems tucked away in each bite I would:
a) Not gain a single fraction of an ounce of weigh.
b) Feel as refreshed and carefree as I do after a 90 minute deep tissue massage. With absolutely no fear of feeling tugs in my lower belly as my body declares war on the gluten that has just crossed enemy lines.
A girl can dream, right? Reality is, I am definitely one for indulgences; so I would book the flight, get the tattoo on route to paradise, just to be welcomed by the feast, spend the next day on the beach drinking 3 bottles of rosé, and book my next getaway with the miles I just racked up.
[Time to live a little! Well live a lot, life is too short to not do it all - or at least dream of doing it all!]
Easing myself back into reality - slowly but surely.
Repercussions are just a part of life. Some might feel a little unfair but hey c'est la vie!
I can not down 3 bottles of rosé and expect to wake up sans hangover. I mean hello! I am not 21 anymore - even though good genes may fool some into believing otherwise.
If I was going to go to Bali, I would need at least 7 days so I really unwind.
As far as the tattoo goes... I mean truth be told, I might get it...maybe...I am still toying with the idea.
And another repercussion, I am happily (lies, I am constantly psyching myself into believing that I love this gluten free life, as much as I love leopard print and cardamom apricot donuts...) accepting not eating gluten, and funny enough embarking an accidental healthy food journey. And really thriving from having all this extra energy because I am not always feeling sick and tired.
All jokes aside, I am enjoying my new GF life. Especially when I shift my focus from all the thing I can no longer enjoy, to a more positive one that narrows in on the things I can have and the fun of trying out all the delicious (I mean sometimes delicious, sometimes not so much) options out there for me to indulge.
[I am talking to you flour less chocolate cake!]
So tell me, what would you do, if you didn't have to deal with the repercussions?
- Marie-Claire