Well why not? I figure killing is way less passive than dying, if you catch my pun , and when it comes to fat, I’ma kill it everywhere except my TnA. (those I love, ESP the A.)
I thought I was doing just so-so today on calories when it turns out that, to my surprise, I am doing far better than I thought. So much better that I’m thinking Fraaaack This. If I do this well on my killit today, WHAT foolishness am I going to expect of myself tomorrow?!
And so I was a good little girl. I poured myself a large glass of champagne. Exceedingly large, exceedingly cheap, grad-student priced champagne.