In the past fifteen months or so I have run countless miles, ridden over hill and dale, and frozen my face number too many times to count in the bay. Compared to the way I ate two years ago, my diet is light years better, both in quantity and quality of food eaten. You would think after all that, my body would at least repay all the hard work and be in better shape.
One would think, right?
Apparently, my body has other plans. Instead of firming up, it has decided to expand not one but two pants sizes in the same amount of time.
Moments like these are just frustrating.
Back to work on my discovery requests.