It's been one year since my manager pulled me aside to tell me my thighs and tummy were gonna get me fired.
One year later, I'm confident I won't be fat listed. My thighs could still be better, but my abs are rockin. I have butt lift to thank. Not my diet. I love dessert so much. But I have lain off the bad snacks like chips and cookies. I haven't had a loaf of bread in my kitchen for a while, either.
Fuck grains. I've been reading the paleo solution, which is a diet consisting of hunter-gatherer foods. It blames agriculture for fucking up the human body. I blame corporate America pushing corn and wheat on us, and the makers of toaster strudels.
Pillsbury products make you fat.
On another note, I did make it to work last night. It was a pretty good win, especially for it being the end of June.
Life ain't too bad.