For me, Whole 30 definitely trained me to think differently about food and (after doing it twice) I never binged after the 30 days were over. But yeah, if you’re going to just thrash your body and go on benders after you do a diet like this, it’s pointless because you’re just going to gain the weight back and continue the bad habits.
I don’t see Fourth of July in this realm because these are all bar-heavy holidays whereas 4th of July lends itself to being outdoors – cookouts, lakehouses, etc. – which takes the masses of people out of it.
We frequent that often in Austin. But it gets to the point when you can’t call it “happy hour” anymore because it’s literally always happy hour. Just call it “cheap fucking sushi.”
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I’ve been told you have to enter your email again.
Did they not have an iPhone 4S available?
Immediately followed by shots at myself, so I feel like I can get away with it.
PS. Dave and I are looking for an elk meat hookup if anyone has one.
Yeah, I don’t really care either way.
I get it, Nat. I get it.
Yeah, fiction or not, I’m going to delete any comment where someone wishes a woman would get “beat.” Sorry.
For me, Whole 30 definitely trained me to think differently about food and (after doing it twice) I never binged after the 30 days were over. But yeah, if you’re going to just thrash your body and go on benders after you do a diet like this, it’s pointless because you’re just going to gain the weight back and continue the bad habits.
So much easier to go through life with your nose in the clouds ignoring people.
I’ll publish a list of cities for post-grads to move to next time.
Like four times last week.
Wednesday, hombre.
I did surefire ways to piss the bride off, so no.
I’m from Northern Michigan where the water’s clear – not Flint where you get incurable diseases from taking a sip.
I don’t see Fourth of July in this realm because these are all bar-heavy holidays whereas 4th of July lends itself to being outdoors – cookouts, lakehouses, etc. – which takes the masses of people out of it.
For the sake of transparency, I’ll say this – a lot more people read these than they did the Panic Rooms.
But I’ll bring back rating them on Twitter next week moving forward.
100%.
I hate me too.
Huh, I’ve truly have never seen this.
We frequent that often in Austin. But it gets to the point when you can’t call it “happy hour” anymore because it’s literally always happy hour. Just call it “cheap fucking sushi.”
As a yuppie who spent six months in San Francisco, this makes sense.