Day 13. Unlucky 13. Meh.
forget shoes, this is how I talk to a plate of chicken wings.
Yeah, I couldn't take it anymore. I know I only had about 32 hours left, but I needed FOOD!! It was the beginning of a long holiday weekend (the unofficial start of summer), I had a long work week, I needed a reward. I still had my afternoon shake left to consume, but I said Fuck It, I want chicken wings.
Judge me all you want. I don't give a damn. I didn't regret those wings for one millisecond. I'm sure anyone walking past my apartment thought I was having sex because I was moaning and wailing while I was eating these wings. They were phenomenal.
I took today as a rest day. I usually take Fridays as a rest day. Pilates, Weight Training, Pilates is a trifecta of pain. I need a day off after three days of that.
I spent my Friday evening watching TV, relaxing, and sucking wing sauce out from under my finger nails.
ONE. DAY. LEFT!!!!
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