Carbo Loading Is The New Gluttony

And God said "Let there be carbs", and there were. And He saw that they were deep fried and good.

Earlier this morning I headed downtown Guelph to meet up with my friend Mel. Our goal – take the train to Toronto so that we might pick up our race kits for tomorrow’s 10k Yonge Street Race and carbo-load our faces off.

That’s right dear readers, we decided to use a 10k race as an excuse to carbo-load. Because we could.

Carbo-loading and race kits were not our only goals. We also wanted to

  1. grab coffee from Planet Bean1,
  2. pick up donuts from the market, and
  3. find breakfast2.

Being full of awesome, we easily achieved these goals without issue and in short time.

We then boarded the train and made our way to Toronto. There we proceeded to a) find a bathroom, b) pick up our race kits, and c) head to Fresh to meet Mel’s friend Jane for lunch. I wasn’t going to eat because I was still full from my morning of bagels and donuts, but once I smelled the food I couldn’t stop drooling. I opted for the Almond Java (espresso, almond milk, almond butter, and some banana something-or-other), vegan cornbread, and vegan spring rolls. Verdict – so good – so freaking good.

Afterwards we walked towards the Eaton Centre until we found ourselves in the Beer Bistro. Given the 6 kilometre walk, we decided we needed to replenish our energy stores. Clearly that meant beer and more food (frites, mussels, fresh bread and other tasty bites).

Liquid carbs.

While I know I haven’t really overdone it today, I still feel a little bit like a glutton. All I could think when I got home was Pants! Off! Now! In fact, the second I walked in the door I was already preparing for take-off. Ha!

Now I find myself sitting on the couch, a fuzzball purring in my lap. That’s right folks – I’ve moved from gluttony to sloth. If I think about it a little, I can also say that I’m envious of my future self who just so happens to be curled up in bed – but I’m far too lazy at this moment to even move my butt upstairs.

Being up on my seven deadly sins means that I know that today was a 3-deadly-sin day; a 3-deadly-sin carbo-loading beer-drinking Toronto-wandering french-fry-eating kind of day. And that’s not too bad if you ask me.


1 Which we picked up from their schwanky new location kitty-corner to the train station.

2 Which involved coffee and bagels with spicy red pepper jelly at The Joint Café. While we were apparently supposed to receive regular fruit jelly3, the spicy red pepper jelly was incredible.

3 Which we only knew was a mistake because the owner came out to rectify the problem.


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