St. Pat’s has got me in slow motion. I’m sure all the beer and whiskey I drank and all of the food I ate really put me ahead of the curve on my fitness journey.
Maybe if you consider all of the time I spent the next day shitting my brains out due to an over exuberant consumption of ghost chili seasoned hot wings and then the follow up mistake of blazing hot leftovers for lunch, you could argue that I probably broke even weight wise. Is there such a thing as “crying like a man” while on the toilet? Well, is there!?