June 2, 2015
So, you’re fucking finally done working out. Your knees are weak, you smell like the inside of a shoe, your hair is matted but, hey, work bitch.
You’re hungry, but also terrified of undoing that hour of cardio and planking. Fuck planking. The gelato in the freezer calls your name; the cheese in the drawer promises satisfaction without calories or fat. LIES.
Have some self control, and eat some of this shit instead.