So, yesterday…

I got home, thought ‘I’m hungry’ and ate. Completely skipping the whole ‘going to the gym’ thing. Then, to be even more of a rebel I went and played pool with one of my housemates. It was a jolly afair, a few drinks, back by 9:30…. Or at least that was the plan.
Five pints later and having just finished three games of snooker (after pool) we went home, cooked loads of food and I got to be at one in the morning.
So far I’ve survived today quite well, but I’ll be honest, it’s tomorrow that I fear….