Okay so we had a ritual with my girlfriend.
Whenever comes an episode of a show we both like, we order for some nasty junk-food and destroy ourselves watching it. And it was dope. Until my body grew up.
I tried to do it yesterday watching Rick and Morty.
Holy shit that was a bad idea. I mean. No, the whole thing is good. And...
The risk was calculated, but... Man, am I bad at math.
Well, the fact I'm talking to you right now doesn't comes from nowhere... I can't sleep anymore. My belly is bloated like it's never been flat and I can feel the fat into my veins, ha ha.
I'm NEVER doing it again, that's it. Not to mention that last two month, I was on a pretty nice and healthy system, including sport all weeks and a lot of veggies in my food policy. I started pretty good, but here I am, eating like shit again.
I think it's winter. Winter forces us to eat like there was no tomorrows. Winter is the bad guy, here. I'm not. Damn, my stomach hurts. I'm never doing this again.
I need some air.
Holy shit I'm gonna throw up.
Okay guys, I'm leaving you here, next episode tomorrow xD