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.
All through this I learned a very valuable lesson:
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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