Boxing this week was something else. I felt so gloriously sore the next day I honestly couldn’t wait to make you all sit through my recounting of each blissfully aching muscle. However, I woke up this morning with a heinous kink in my neck, and it hurts so badly that every time I tilt my head more than 15 degrees I’m pretty sure I forget how to do long division. It’s like someone turned my spinal column into a hairpin turn. There was more to that, but it got kind of gruesome, and I’m oddly having trouble making a joke out of traffic fatalities today, so we’ll leave it at hairpin turn.

 

So here we go. I’ve broken cheat days before, that’s easy; you just eat shitty foods on days that aren’t Saturday. I’ve never eliminated it, though. I have a strange feeling that this is going to be a real fat test. Every chubby craving or thought I would have was easily mitigated by telling myself to “wait for Saturday.” I’m slightly anxious to see if I can keep it up without that buffer.