The horrible, yet delicious, habbit of deep-frying

I'm not too big into deep-frying for the obvious reasons. It's a heart attack ready to be served to you--- a warm and scrumptious delight of a heart attack. A few years ago, I received a deep-fryer as a gift for Christmas, it never found use because I was being smart with my cooking and several moves later up and down California, it's lost but now I slightly miss it. It's probably for the good that I don't have it, but nothing some vegetable oil and a hot pan can't fix, right? These are those times I wish i didn't know how to cook well, it's ok though, I have been running my ass off. Literally, since Sunday, the day I decided to deep fry a twinkie, mochi ice cream, snickers, marshmallows and an organic late july cream sandwich cookie, I've been clocking at least 20 minutes on the treadmill. I somehow have this facet that it will counter all the monstrous calories I'm consuming. Of course, it doesn't affect my husband one bit-- then again, when I looked at his treadmill, he was clocking in at 9.5 mph run and it all of a sudden made me feel like crap that I was only doing 5.0 mph. SO in revenge, I fed him this:

Deep fried, English style battered shrimp. I spared no expense on this baby. I battered and slathered and dipped this thing in hot splattering oil. I even got hit in the eye, no joke. As a result, this warm, buttery (and there wasn't even butter, gasp!) shrimp. I put in a little kick in there with some cayenne and paprika. I suggest with anything deep fried and battered, just put in 1/4 teaspoon each of cayenne and paprika. And parsley, because it's pretty and putting parsley in things is just like walking to me. Lately though, it's been cilantro, and I used to hate cilantro-- that's another story.

I was a bit sad I only had 15 pieces of shrimp left in freezer. What was I thinking not replenishing that? We happily divided this whole thing within our family of three (there was steak on the side, surf and turf night--- I need to do that more often). This whole working out mantra though is making me eat less because I would never dare just eat a salad for dinner. I'll probably end up putting pancetta and parmesan shavings on it.

This deep fried sea food feast is for sure healthier than this atrociousness though.

Why did I ever deep fry a twinkie and a marshmallow?