The family has served me with one of them cease-and-desist thingums. It’s from my secret stash of potato chips. Now I have a restraining order against my crunchy-munchies. As queen of the snackers, I can only cry, ‘TREASON!!’
Whatever.
My mom has a very scientific approach to dieting. She says, ‘Eat whatever you want. Just eat half the quantity. See? Basic Math.” So let’s see. Half the quantity would mean that I’m twice as hungry and therefore TWICE as cranky. Now that’s some freaky-deeky math you do NOT want to get involved with.
So my fitness regime is gonna start like all the others – carefully choreographed to ‘Eye of the Tiger’. I expect to see drastic results in about 20 to 40 frames. What?? You mean life’s NOT like in the movies??
No shit.
