Why does shit food taste so good? Â Seriously, I don’t think there is one reader of this blog who would not agree with me.
Shit food that is so bad for you tastes so bloody good! Â It’s true. I would happily have a stand up argument with any nutritionist/dietitian or personal trainer who argues that a mung bean salad and tofu crumble is way more delicious than a huge juicy burger and bowl of chips with a nice cold coke.
I bet some of you have just licked your lips and can actually taste how good that would be!!
Yes, granted it is massively more unhealthy than a tasteless bland beige salad, but the worse it is for you the better it tastes!! Â Imagine if they could genetically engineer a carrot to taste like a Krispy Kreme, then surely to God we would all be stick thin?
It is now the time of year to get my ass into gear.
January is the post Christmas bulge where that bit of extra fat acts as insulation for the winter months.
February is a miserable month and so a few extra bars of chocolate and bags of chips wont really show as it is still baggy sweater and jacket season.
March is in-between Winter and Spring so the beaches still seem like a long way off.
April is ‘Oh Fuck’ where did that extra roll of fat come from, and ‘I have HOW many weeks to try and get a six pack?’ .
This happens every year. Every single April I seem to be surprised that the summer is around the corner and that I am going to have to put on a small pair of swim shorts and soon be visible to the public and without a pretty intense few months of gym work it ain’t a pretty look!
Any gay guy will know that there is a gay summer uniform. It is all about the body beautiful, and nicely tailored shorts and a firm ripped stomach is order of the day. This summer I have decided to spin it around a little and so have ripped shorts and a round tummy. I think the Europeans are probably a little more vain than Americans – don’t forget we have the Spanish and Italians and you only need to head to any beach on either country to know it is all about image.
The saddest thing is that I am writing this whilst eating a bar of chocolate and convincing myself that it is a carrot and I don’t need to go to the gym today. A day off will do me good!
