Burn the Fat

For the first time in about two years, I got to enjoy two pieces of fried chicken. The skin was golden, crispy, and oily. I devoured a thigh and a drumstick to their bones. The gristle didn't get away either.

As I was eating the chicken, I wished there were more. I could have eaten ten pieces. I've done it. But after I finished eating, I thought if I was on the outside being able to eat all I want, I'd probably get fat. Can you believe the irony?

In the afternoon, I did a thousand push-ups to burn off the calories that I'd consumed.

My six pack is still visible.