I woke up this morning and realized that I have become a personification of the word gluttony. Before going to our dance lessons with
I haven’t been to Steak and Shake for a long time on account that I was attempting to save some money, but that did not stop me last night. I not only had a triple steakburger with cheese platter with two fries, but I followed that with an extra double steakburger with cheese. By the time we made it home, full and comfortable were not words that were in my realm of understanding.
This is not the first time that I have overeaten this weekend. D&D night always springs forth a torrent of junk food so large that most damn ****** bodaks can’t even get out of the way.
This morning I decided that it would be fun to jump on the scale on the way into work today. The bank that my office is in has one of those industrial mail scales in the front office, so I hopped on there. I now tip in at 158 1/4 pounds. This is a full 13 1/4 pounds more than I weighed when I got married in April. I am by no means fat, but I’m going to need to stop this trend of eating filth or else my body will transform into that of my fellow corporate Americans.
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