Most people train their whole lives to make it to the Olympics. I passed a few auditions with some great jazz hands. Only problem now is losing the pounds before I am squeezed into a lycra bodysuit in front of a billion viewers. No pressure.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
6.30 in the morning
So I said "Oh, for dinner, I'd fancy some penne carbonara with garlic bread and a tiiiiiny tirimisu!
I've been in agony ever since. Fucking carbs and sugar.