“Relax, dude. I have NO arms. Or feet. Unless… what’s this thing on top of my head?”
The little guy doesn’t talk much. Thought I’d help him out.
A client today told me she and her husband are on something called “The Caveman Diet.” It apparently makes you eat like… well… a caveman. What they would be able to find and forage and hunt.
I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to sugar. And meat. And… what’s in teriyaki sauce? I love that stuff!
I had a pretty major medical issue last year. The last few years, but it came to a head last summer, and I had to have surgery to correct it. And I lost some weight. I guess it was substantial, but I wouldn’t say it was enough. And now, it’s back (and then some). So, I’m curious about what I may have to decide on, what I may have to do without, in my mealtime loves.
But there is a Sift Cupcakery right around the corner from my house!!!
Ta’heck with it. I’ll be jolly. People dig jolly.
