New York City. The Big Apple. The pinnacle center of the universe. And more importantly, a dirty, cold hearted tramp.
That’s right, a tramp.
This beautiful, loving city gave me anything and everything I could dream of, but without hesitation, or a even thought of the intimate moments we’ve shared, she’s capable of a clean break — no questions asked.
I left this city two weeks ago. And after all we’ve been through, she didn’t call. Not once.
She is cold and emotionally detached, yet irresistibly alluring. And I am unafraid to admit I am shamelessly under the her spell — blissfully bewitched.
HOW I SWEAT:
Landing at LaGuiardia airport, I couldn’t resist tears at the sound of “welcome home.” It was truly a giant New York hug embracing me.
Then as usual, my athlete boyfriend reached into his workout arsenal and pulled a killer total body set I am still feeling today.
6 x 12 x 3: six moves + twelve reps + three sets
eight lb med ball:
five lb. plates:
This was the perfectly challenging workout I needed to fuel me through ALL of the food I was planning on consuming during the weekend and then some.
WHAT I ATE (all of it):
So you know when you desperately crawl back to an ex and spill your heart out? Withholding not one tiny detail?
Well that’s kinda what happened here. But instead of feelings, food.
I unapologetically refused to repress any and all desires to eat. And here’s what happened:
They’re cultured and they know it.
Naturally a trip to the Big Apple wouldn’t be complete without a Saturday brunch. And even Long Island knows how to bring the delicious to this ever sacred meal, especially Amytiville’s ever charming Park Avenue Grill.
So by the time Sunday arrived, you’d think I’d be full. You’d also think no hot dog would be worth facing an unexpected Brooklyn monsoon + flood warning.
But you’d be wrong. Dead wrong.
These Brooklyn favorites are hardly your traditional franks.
And of course the weekend wouldn’t be complete without a little something sweet.
Or a lotta something sweet.
If faced with the choice to roam this world of food alone, I would gladly do so — independently seeking the most savory of meals and the logging the miles to earn them.
However, I’ve grown to realize if you’re lucky enough to find someone who’s perpetual never ending search for amazing food aligns with yours, hold on tight. Never let go. And call it love.
But as the wings lift from the jetway, and I longingly gaze back at my city, I can’t resist the emotions. I’m sorry New York, but what we have is real.
No matter what you say, it’s not emotionless fling. It’s a genuine + long term commitment. Sorry, you’re stuck with me.
I am now, and forever will be, a New Yorker. That’s it.
Happy Weekend, kids.
Run far, eat well drink better.