I'm feeling a bit like my boy, Fat Albert. Love that kid! I've been stressed, really stressed about my doctoral program, and so...I eat.As a cohort, we went to an all-you-can-eat Brazilian grill tonight. Mmmm....
Now, before you wag your skinny little finger at me, hear that first thing this morning I went and rode the stationary bike for 25 minutes. I took an extra trip across the campus. And then, I ate until I was comfortable, but not over-stuffed. Believe it or not, I, the Pillsbury Dough Boy's body double, walked out of an all-you-can-eat without the need of a wheelbarrow or a cart. I've come a long way from the four (heaping) plate minimum at Chuck-o-rama rule.
Also, there are no available scales for me to use. I'll report back on Saturday when I go home for a couple days.
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