i’ve been a gym rat for 10 years, but it doesn’t really show.
this is primarily because all i can ever think about after a workout is eating oodles and oodles of fried, junky, meaty snacks, slathered in saturated fats and breadcrumbs.
it’s tormenting me. but i must resist. dragon boat season is on its way and i have to find a middle ground.
today’s compromise was settling on sushi and a protein shake, but tomorrow i’ll have to ignore the dozen or so burger stands on my way to the new salad place.
oh, sweet griddled temptation.
