Either that, or I’m sprouting chicken wings. Because I’m eating. that. much. freakin’. meat.
Also, I’m growing bunny ears. Because I’m eating that much salad.
Actually, it’s not that terrible. I mean…I’m still not as fond of meat as my carnivorous better half…but I feel better at this point than I did about a week ago when I didn’t think I could put another piece of meat or salad in my mouth.
The good news is that I can already see some pay-off. And the tape measure confirms it.