…and byebye sugar, starches and carbs.
And it went good until my daddy baked a large apple pie. Now I’m 80 % apple pie and 20 % coffee. Ups.
But what the heck. In my world one apple pie a day keeps the doctor away.. till you get about 50 kg heavier and then you are screwed. Like an Elvis diet: eat till you die of eating.. or something.
Oh my, what nonsense… Maybe I’ll write something more interesting later, cause right now I once again feel like shit. It’s been a hard weekend with too much partying.