WWJD?

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this here (I know I’ve whined about it all over twitter) but I’m back on a fitness kick. This current phase coupled with an off season of bovinesque lifestyle is cyclical for me. My mother raised me to clean my plate and be a damn fine yo-yo dieter and as always, I want to make her proud. (Not your fault, Mom. We can both blame Nana.) I’m sure if you want to get technical, I could have been diagnosed with a mild eating disorder at certain points in my life…but