What is it with discipline and injury. My [reasonably] disciplined approach to diet flew south as soon as I knew I had an injury, and this has been the case for me for as long as I can remember. Something about motivation theory in there somewhere.
The culprits of the past few days have been pizza, apple pie, chorizo sausage and a 2002 of Coonawarra C/S.
It seems whenever I need comfort I run to things fat, sweet, spicy or vintage.
Not unlike my friend Luke, who equally seeks comfort in things fat, sweet, spicy or vintage.
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