The closest I got to real food this weekend was a box of honey-garlic chicken wings. I was weak. I couldn't help it. It wasn't my fault.
Other dubious choices this weekend were: Cheezies, dry-garlic pepperoni stix, beer, popcorn, Reece's Peanut Butter Cups. True gastronomic chaos.
I only managed one meagre 40km ride Saturday evening. Today I'm fasting, and doing all my errands by bike. Yuk...I can still taste those pepperoni stix.

~Sherry.

PS- it was good imported beer from France...that's pretty close to health food, isn't it? Isn't it?? Please?