dilettante in dilemma

A quarter past eleven and I'm seated in a quaint little coffee shop called Vanilla Bean Cafe, along Leviste and Villar Streets, waiting for my lunch meeting to arrive with samples I need to complete my Valentine set.

Then came across this sinful little bunch.


OMG!  Cream cheese turtle cakes.

I kept going to and fro with my lusty stares.  I could tell the server behind the counter felt I was a dodgy office girl looking for sugar rush!!!

I've always beena sucker for pecans & caramel & chocolate.
Turtle pie turns me on!!!

As of late, I've sorta decided to live healthier.  The holistic decision came about in increments... but has come full-circle in the last part of '09.

I had to kind of talk myself into infusing a fitter routine that would give me quality night-outs as opposed to the nerve-wrecking weekends I've grown accustomed to.
Lessening my night-outs was easy.  I like staying in as much as the next person.
Taming my vodka fetish not quite so, but it's under control.
But the cigs, still and all, are a tempting fix to accompany alcohol so working on that.

Most days I'd take liquid calories over sweets.
Oh, but there are days like today.
Let me say this trickly little sucker's kinda interesting.  The only kind of munchie you'd keep at bay after a marathon. (A-hah!)

In related news, my PT made an assessment of my body fat percentage and I've entered the borderline FITNESS level.
So it's a friendly duel going on betwixt the sweet tooth and the fitness tooth.
May the best tooth win!