Last night I did not go for my run as planned. I let the horror of the day interrupt my plans for fitness. Instead of going out for a purifying run, I had a chicken madras followed by melt-in-the-middle chocolate pudding and custard. I then went to bed early and let all of this bad food settle so that my body would absorb all the fat.
This morning I had a full fat coke.
This is my confession. Forgive me, Father…
