..where I got a Rocket & Parmesan salad. The only comfort I can derive from that is that they actually didn't charge extra for chicken. Mad happy about that. Guess where we went after that?
South Hurstville Petrol station - to get Ben&Jerrys. The only comfort I derived from that was the fact that I wouldn't gain any calories from wistfully sniffing the tubs of icecream from time to time, refreshing any sensory data I have left of icecream. At this point I'm actually getting so desperate that I'm keen for my chocolate-flavoured protein, just so I can taste imitation chocolate.
Ummm someone just buy me a treadmill and stop me from my whinging kthx. AHAHA
Nah but seriously, the moment I got home I was just so immensely glad of the fact that everything I had eaten today was impeccable. Unless smelling icecream actually somehow passes calories through the nose or some shit, I'm pretty safe. :) I'm excited for future challenges!
The only thing from stopping me from saying that I'm 100% sure her legs are photoshopped - you can actually see the blue tinted outline around her legs, and how suspicious and unnatural her legs look - is the fact that I haven't actually got confirmation from her herself.
(Isn't this post just full of lovely delights)