Too furious too full

I had mixed feelings just now when I went to Tekka to eat the Indian food. On one hand, I had to mantain my weight and blood pressure, and on the other I had to eat like a pig who just went on a hunger strike. Upon reaching the foodplace, my mind was not in control. My eyes started to get bloodshot, my hair fell off, my muscles twitching. Getting my thosai late didnt help at all. I chose a special thosai where they soaked the thosai in thick creamy ghee and stuffed with spiced potatoes and other sinful things. OK, just spiced potatoes. Once I bit into the crispy yet soft thosai, my heartbeat slowed down, my eyes closed, pupils dilated, my breathing got heavy, got hot flushes on my whole body and I went ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~. My body was paralysed by the distinct pleasure. Something you cant get anywhere but only there. After I took my first swollow, I finally caught up with my breathing and I was sweating all over. It was so intense I just laid back on the chair, my hands shivering with sheer satisfaction. The chair almost broke, but I got my two feet firmly on the ground just on time. Theinish shook his head in disbelief seeing how satisfied I was with just one bite and he went to try the thosai too. He too, started to have the symptoms of mine and he was panting heavily devouring the piece of food made from his homeland..I mean half of his homeland. He wasnt ready to stop there. He scooped a lot of chutney and other sauces from the bowl and smear it all over the thosai, creating a thick, mushy piece of delicious art which looked so fine. He continued to eat, this time his whole fingers were stained with the godly sauces. He sucked his fingers, finishing every bit of the chutney left and went mmmmmmmmmmmmm~!

And so we both were purring with joy sitting together while onlookers crowd around, thinking what made us that high.

After finishing the last bit of the thosai, reality hits..all my efforts of reducing my bp gone down the drain. Argh!