Yes, I often drift away into a fantasy reality where I get to eat what I want, get up from table after table of lobster with piping hot butter or grilled octopus over a greek salad saturated with extra virgin olive oil and vinegar with a chilled glass of Saracco Moscato rocking my solid tight abs. LOL, and yes, I laugh out loud as obnoxious as my daydream when faced with the quip of advice, “5 sets of stop eating so much crap!”…

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