I know I have been obsessed with food and coffee and beverages a lot lately but I promise this is going to be the last of the food posts, or so I think.

It was a wonderful morning and it seemed I woke up too early, well just as early to treat myself with mouth-watering pancakes as a breakfast. And honestly how else would a day be better if not with some delicious breakfast? Okay, so I had the pancakes made out of oats (You ought to think healthy?) and a cup of coffee and then rushed to my work. The day was back to normal.

Well I was home for lunch quite late in the afternoon and so was my brother so we seated side by side on the dining table only to be greeted by the best and one of my favourite Indian delicacy, Chole Bhature (Chickpeas and deep fried bread). I know the unhealthiest type of food but who cares it is the best, right? So we gulped down everything served on the plate. We will work out a half hour extra today, thought we but then who knew we’d need more than that by the end of the day?

In the evening my father’s colleague came over and apparently he likes a sweet made by me. I couldn’t say ‘no’ to his request, after all I’d enjoy it myself too. So off I went to make those rolls. Well, they are sweet but a healthier version. I make them with dates and some nuts. And that’s it they are ready with some cocoa powder added to them. We emptied the bowl by the time he left.

Okay so then I had to run some chores, just random stuff for home, drop off something at someone’s place and by the time I was home I was done for the day and then came the warning from my mom, “I am too tired today so I am not gonna cook. Your father and I are going to a party so order anything you like from outside.”

“Pizza” came the instantaneous reply from my brother who tends to never get fat but my conscience was no at the level of feeling a little guilty. “You’ve had a delicious day, have some control at least.” It kept on ringing.

But then its pizza, I mean how does one say no to it?

“Oh forget it, I’ll go for a jog tomorrow morning and I will keep that extra workout for the entire week going.” And so went the call to our dear pizza guy.

It was our foodie day when we had almost everything too delicious but then everything hitting my conscience. I tent to balance the healthy and the unhealthy food but that day I lost all control. If I have a pizza on a particular day I try to keep a healthy record for at least the rest of the week but that day was totally different and I have to admit that work out sessions are still just in my mind and my alarm clock never fails me to remind that jog but then my bed always wins over.

My alternate solution: I’ll just cut down on pizzas and choleys for a while. (That is however long I can go without it.)

So do you relate with me? You remember any such foodie moments? What your favourite food item that you cannot live without? Are you a healthy eater? Or an unhealthy and guilty one like me?