Rollah Coastah--of pounds--uh say what!
Rollah coastah--ooh ooh oooh oooh ooooh...
Enough with the 70s funk. I'm in a big enough funk of my own! Wouldn't you know I'm up two pounds. So mysterious, weight, isn't it. Such a big mystery. Couldn't have anything to do with all the potatoes (and chocolate biscuits in the break room) I've been eating lately.
Tell me this. Why is it that when I know I'm up a pound or two, the fat roll around my middle when I sit down seems so much bigger. I mean, what is up with that?
So, time to take action. Today is a nut free day. Wheat only once during the day. (I've already had my toast this morning). The rest of the day will be different grains. I had my share of the chocolate biscuits for the entire week all in one day yesterday, so that's a no go area. (Must think of wretched child slaves gathering cocao on some Ivory Coast plantation when I look at them. Picture the sores on his back and the miserable dirt-floor hut he lives in with his already-old-at-25 mum. Gosh, how can I ever let myself forget these images??? NO CHOCOLATE THAT ISN'T FAIR TRADE! EVER! Remember that, self!!) Lots of water. Must flush out those extra pounds forthwith!
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It's 7.03 I've just finished Jari Love's Get Ripped Slim & Lean and my rhomboids are already sore so I know I'm going to feel like a truck ran over me by tomorrow. I made it through the work day and only ate one biscuit. That's better than yesterday at least!