Monday, May 17, 2010
Day 290 - Mashed
I forgot how much working out and eating right feels like a full-time job. Seriously. By the time I get home from work or skateboarding, I'm just dying for a thick, greasy, cheeseburger and hot, crisp, salty french fries smothered in chili or ketchup. Instead, it's a salad or oatmeal then 2.5 miles on the treadmill followed by x-number of crunches, sit-ups, etc. By the end of the day, I am beat.
So that explains where Jones has been for the past few nights. I've just been too exhausted.
This bottle is filled with those white, powdery, instant mash potato flakes.
F.T.L.C. is up to you,