Jonesing for a Biscuit
I just Facebooked my trainer and offered to arm wrestle him for a biscuit. The man could break my neck with his biceps but I’m crazy for the carbs today. I’m jonesing so bad I think I can take him.
I’m not usually this bad but I forgot my carb block before I ate 1/2 a bagel this morning and I’ve got so many carbs in my system that they’ve taken over. Carbs are evil little buggers.
Combine them with hormone fluctuations and undercaffeination and it’s just ugly.
I’m feeling like Gator today. In order to get right I need a biscuit!