My Metabolism Is Ridiculous
My “diet” definitely leaves a lot to be desired. I’m not even close to being a healthy eater. I might be dead by next week, but for some reason, I’ll be skinny.
People here at Townsquare Media joke about me having the metabolism of a 10-year old female cheerleader. For some reason I’ve always been able to eat whatever I want without having to worry about putting on weight.
This morning I started off with some rich chocolate cake from the break room. I ran out of pop tarts, there were no Big Texas Cinnamon Rolls available, and I was considering eating some rasberry-flavored Zingers. The chocolate cake was a pleasant surprise for breakfast.
For lunch, Justin the Producer bought a pizza. He has lost three lunch bets to me recently. He lost two Super Bowl bets and a Christina Aguilera National Anthem bet. Justin thought Christina would sing “free” longer than “brave.” I almost feel guilty for taking advantage of him like that, but not quite.
I’m not sure about dinner tonight. I might roll to KFC or fire up some Banquet chicken which I’m really fond of. I don’t know why I’m blessed with the gift of not having to watch what I eat, but I’m very glad my metabolism got mixed up with somebody else’s.