Рецепт It's Cold in Here.
It's really hard to eat healthy in the middle of Winter. All I want is heavy rib sticking fuel to get me through the day. Although I have to say that since (believe it or not) I'm not a logger or a fishing vessel sea captain I don't need to eat 2 pounds of lasagna for lunch. My body is not being subjected to the harsh elements and back breaking manual labor so I can manage on a few less calories. Not to say that I don't eat like a tight end (teehee) for the Seattle Seahawks. This girl can put away chow like nobody's business. I guess I'm just trying to fool myself into thinking I need to eat more healthy. I'm not getting any younger and my metabolism and I are no longer on speaking terms. My brain is like "Hey Vi, it's party time. Order up some pizza and wings sista!" and my belly is like "Well, you never know when you're going to get stranded under an avalanche. I better store all this fat for later." So as I grow older I attempt to once in a while put something green in my mouth. That getting wiser as I get older thing is gonna happen any minute now.