Sweet Garbage.

Alright, now I’m certain that everyone who reads this has – at one point in there lives – tried to lose some weight, or tighten up, or do something to be healthier/look better. So, lately (as documented in one of my other posts) I’ve decided to eat clean, so high protein, low carbohydrate blah-blah-blah. Imagine my surprise when I walk into the house yesterday after gym time #2 (Damn you, cardio and core! Damn you to hell…) to Natedawg eating pizza. I walk around the kitchen, and see a Pizza 73 box. Then Nate gets up, goes to the fridge, and pours the most amazing glass of Pepsi with ice you could imagine. It looked like it came out of a commercial. Then, being the gentlemen he is, says “You’re welcome to have some”. At this point, I ran the heck out of the room with my frozen rice and chicken and brooded on the computer for *insert ridiculous amount of hours here* hours. It’s been almost 24 hours – and I’m still imagining Pizza, Wings, and a Pepsi. What is the motto of this useless story? Screw diets. Pizza is amazing. Chicken is only good if you don’t eat it every day. And Iron Council Hard mode is shenanigans. Oh, and I love Jeddia because she rocks.

And if you're wondering why the heck there's a picture of a dog with a tongue hanging to the floor - it's because when I saw the pizza - I looked exactly like this. Fur and all.