As a person who likes fitting into the clothes I’ve bought without the use of pliers/loss of sanity, I watch what I eat. Unfortunately, the zillion dollar diet industry is constantly filling my head with complete and utter nonsense about what exactly it is that I should be eating. One second eggs are amazing for you and then this week some bozo is telling me that they’re as bad as cigarettes (cigarettes, I feel the need to point out, were seen as a diet aid for decades, sooooo….) Here are some of the egregious “truths” about food and dieting that are the reason that I usually just break down and ask for a side of bacon since we’re all just going to die eventually anyway.
It’s my last week in London until July, so to celebrate, all posts this week are British-theme. Jammy Jams will be Briths, the Marry Me will be a Brit (not Daniel Craig or a royal unless they do something awesome) and Bad Birch Advice has some travel tips for London! (Take with a cube of sugar, chums). But what happened this weekend? Ch-ch-Check It Out!
It’s the week before Spring Break here, so in my usual procrastinating fashion I have just now started to throw out all bread/pasta products and am spending so much time at the gym that (true story) my roommates and I have been invited to karaoke night with the trainers because they think we live there. And then, OF COURSE, I see this ish on Gothamist: