Holy mother of elastic waistbands. My fat pants are two sizes too small, and there is no end in sight. I’ve been living out of a suitcase for two weeks, which means there’s been nothing but binge eating (and drinking) since the end of July. If there’s a rehab for carb/cheese addicts, sign me up for the longest session available. I’ve been in La Jolla and Dallas, and haven’t been cooking much, but I’ve been eating at some of the most legit restaurants. I’ve gotten the fortune of spending time with both my Shuford fam and the Smith fam, and if there’s one thing the two have in common, it’s red wine and meals that end with the meat sweats. I’m pretty sure even my double chin has cellulite at his point, but f*ck it, I’m married and have plenty of stretchy pants to wear in the next few weeks. Anyways, until I do some sort of body shock/cleanse, I’ll continue to enjoy Cali and the delish foods….some of which are pictured below.
