Ever get that giant fucking manatee feeling after Thanksgiving?
Last month, when racing and running had me in decent shape, I actually punched an extra hole in my belt to make it smaller. Well, thanks to a sprained ankle and this week of gluttony and sloth, I'm back to the old belt hole. Bud Light, my ass.
So it's official, and I'm stating it here for officialness, Unfat Me 2009 is starting a month early. Details to follow just as soon as I put down this sandwich. Check back regularly and scoff at my failures!
No bacon, Mike. Step away from the bacon.