Hate is a strong word. But I hate eating healthy. The struggle is too real. Yes, I know it’s good for me. And yes, I always feel better when I upgrade my diet. But for the love of all things holy, it’s harder than frickin’ a math test. You have no idea how awesome my six pack would be if pizza was good for my abs. Or how sexy my chest would be if beer had the same impact on my body as broccoli. Shouts out to all of my health heads who have mastered the art and enjoy the process. I’ve got nothing but love for you. But me, I’m too in love with bacon, double cheeseburgers, milkshakes, Mexican food, and pretty much anything else that you shouldn’t eat on the regular. Maybe one day I’ll be able to put mind over matter and consistently have a diet I can be proud of. But what matters most right now is this unhealthy food that I want to get in my belly (Fat Bastard voice). Besides, eating healthy is spensive. Have you seen the price of an organic piece of chicken lately? Life is too short to not eat what you want. It also may be cut short with all of this transfat I’m inhaling, but I’ll worry about that later. For now, I’m just going to parlay in grease heaven.
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