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.