Yes. These were my goodie-baskets I took home from The Sugar Coma Festival yesterday.
My good friend, The Broke Socialite, out did herself as The Sugar Coma Festival was FAB-U-LOUS. The event brought together some of the Southeast’s finest pastry chefs, bakers and sugar artisans in one spot for attendees to taste their works of art. A sweets-lover’s dream.
I came. I saw. I conquered. Now, I can’t do no more.
Sugar Coma was the perfect culmination to my excessive splurging. I’m all for a good treat but when the 80/20 rule gets flipped around and I’m eating poorly 80 percent of the time something has to change besides my waistline.
I’m not sure if I was suffering from marathon mentality thinking that 26.2 miles gave me the right to eat everything in sight or if it was my regular insanity, ahem, but whatever the cause I’m cutting it off.
I’m reinstating the mighty 80/20 rule and I could use a second to my motion. Or, an Amen. Or, someone to call me out if I start slipping. Holla.
Winks & Smiles,