Well, that's me, lately.
A look at a typical day in my life:
10:00: Wake up
10:15: Order two pots of coffee, wake hubby up.
10:30: Drink coffee, check email and facebook. Also make sure little Lola (who is my blond alternate self on the Sims-Social application on facebook) is well-fed, clean, socialising and earning simoleons.
11:30: Poop and shower.
12:00: Head over to hotel resto for buffet lunch and binge.
13:00: Back to room and watch whilst hubby gets ready for work. Mentally plan to go to gym and sauna.
14:00: Try to talk myself into changing into gym clothes as I lie on the sofa and channel surf.
14:30: Stalk blogs. Love chocolate cookies & candies and raising rockstar and feather factor's recent posts. Should leave comments. Maybe later when I'm feeling wittier.
15:00: Convince myself that gym in the evening would be MUCH better cos there's a pilates class at 8pm. Give myself pat on back for smart decision, and feels no guilt for postponing gym plans. Go for coffee and a walk.
16:00: Walk around the neighbourhood. Everything is beautiful. Mentally plan blog post about life in Istanbul.
17:00: Stop for coffee. Cannot resist scoffing down two truffles. Plan yet another blog post about my love for dark chocolate.
18:00: Back in room. Call room service for snacks so I can be 'ready' for pilates in 2 hours. Order tomato consomme and garden salad with egg. Plans blog post on how good life is and how much I love room service.
18:30: Check on Lola while I eat and congratulate myself for ordering such healthy food.
19:00: Lie on sofa. Feel slightly sick. Maybe I overate. Shouldn't have had the bread and butter.
19:30: No way I can get to pilates. I'd get appendicitis. Maybe I should write a blog post instead. After I haul myeslf off the sofa.
20:00: I knew I wasn't meant to go to gym. Just got call for dinner at the Jap resto here. Ahhh... I love sashimi.
20:30: Dinner time. Not hungry but there's always space for sashimi and teppanyaki.
22:30: Back. Marvel at how clean the room is. I love turn-down services. Lie on sofa and unbutton jeans. Why oh why did I eat the rice?
22:45: Haul self for shower. Teppanyaki hair makes me feel sick.
23:00: Back on sofa. Tummy up. REALLY shouldn't have had the rice.
23:45: Hubby's back. Try to get him to order something different from room service tonight but he insists on his usual grub - entrecote medium rare with blue cheese sauce, fries, goat cheese salad, chocolate fondant and vanilla ice cream. Nag him about why he doesn't change his orders once in a while. Get a kiss in response. I love my hubby. Shoo him to take shower.
00:15: His food arrives. I sit with him and sip on decaf. He inhales everything except the fries. I feel pity for the poor wasted fries. I eat them. Also daintily dip them into the leftover blue cheese sauce. Also scrape the bowl that holds the remnants of his vanilla ice cream.
00:30: Back on sofa. Rub tummy and blame hubs for making me fat.
00:45: Redesign Lola's house. She needs a new playroom.
01:30: Ordered to bed by hubby. Bid goodnight to Lola, but not before I make sure she's earned enough money today.
01:40: Lie in bed and check gym class schedule for tmrw. Ah! There's a yoga class at 16:00. Perfect timing! Yoga's better than pilates anyway.
01:50: Shift hubby's arms to my neck when he tries to hug my bulging tummy and drift away to dreams of me stretching and yoga-ing and having svelte body.
THAT's my tummy. In dreamland.