day 80-82: indulgence report and more

I'd love to be able to say that eating fried chicken and waffles made me feel disgusting and bloated or that it was a gut bomb but it didn't/wasn't. Damn, fried chicken be good. And the pecan butter and syrup for the waffles tasted heavenly. Maybe my stomach is too used to crap so even though it has gone without for 79 days, the tummy didn't have the reaction I expected. Fried chicken used to be at least once every two weeks meal. Ditto McDonald's. Now, I've finally got it through my thick skull that it can only be a once-in-awhile meal cause I love my new pcp body too much to pollute it on a constant basis. 

Here's another pic that shows one of numerous pcp-related changes. (Cue Sheryl Crow's song - "A Change Would Do You Good"). My trash can at work used to tell a wonderful daily story. One of my managers once said she'd peek into it at the 

end of the day just to see what interesting stuff I had eaten. The rubbish used to be pretty colorful with 

assorted candy/cookie wrappers, empty cheddar jalapeno cheetoes bags,  breakfast sammiches and lunchtime eats, etc. Now, it's pretty sad but in a good way. Only an orange peel and an empty cup from Dunkin Donuts. 

Nothing else new to report. Still congested and sounding frog like but I feel well enough to be hardcore about my exercises. I think Sarah is insane for looking forward to supersets. But that's probably why her biceps are eye-popping and mine you have to squint to see.