
Last night I visited the ex. She cut my hair for me so I don't run with a mop on my head come Sunday.
With the visit came the inevitable: BBQ'd Ribs and booze. When asked if I was hungry my rubber arm was tied in a knot. These ribs are an effective Holy Hand Grenade to any diet plan, and I thought I'd made progress working off the weekend's binge. Right.
We drank, we noshed. Her father dropped by in time for the ribs, got to play catch-up, drank some more, then her new beau came home and we had some laughs. Drank some more. Played with the dog. Drank some more.

That Coke Zero, no matter how attractive I find the models... is terrible in a drink.
My stomach is a churning disaster this morning and I lay the blame solely at the feet of the Coca-Cola company for this truly terrible concoction.
Breakfast:
- 2 bananas
- 1 special k bar
- 1 home made apple buttermilk muffin slathered in home made blackberry jam
- coffee with skim milk and sugar
- orange juice 200ml
- 2nd half of jalapeno sub
- orange juice 200ml
- 1 special K bar
- rum and coke
- rum and coke
- rum and coke
- rum and coke
- BBQ ribs
- rum and coke
- rum and coke
- rum and coke
- 24.5km cycling
A liquid diet of rum and coke - if it were anyone else they probably wouldn't be able to get on their bike, let alone cycle for any discernible length of time. Good on you!
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