I don't cheat on my men (I keep a harem). And I don't cheat on myself (I catch me all the time). So why in the hell would I have the urge today to cheat on my new Diet (way of life)???
The clock ticked as I was at the office, I had already had my 2 boiled eggs for breakfast; and a slice of swiss cheese for morning snack. I was not hungry; however the urge to go grab some chili cheese fries was unimaginable. I could taste them, feel them, see them, even knew exactly how much I was going to tip the waitress for them. Buttttttt, my fat ass resisted.
My arm of guard today was the pants I had on; which were 2 sizes too small, that I selected this morning. Too small pants hurt! They are not comfortable and they induce the muffin top state of frame. So I settled for my leftovers from lunch a few days ago, grilled chicken with cheddar cheese and onions. Since I went home for the first part of lunch I sliced some tomatoes and added some grilled onions. Topped with a slight bit of ranch; lunch was good. I didn't get heart burn. I didn't spend any money and best of all ... my palate was sexed.
Being the victim of a cheater must suck monster balls! I mean cheaters almost always get discovered. I refuse to cheat on me, will you cheat on you? Cheating sucks, and being cheated on sucks more!
#LowCarb, is a lifestyle -- day by day; let us pray to Saint Atkins ahahhhahaahhahaha