Sadly I did not hear those words as I lost my bowlginity. Finally I was able to live my Fred Flinstone fantasy as I finally got to roll a bowl at twelve pins all for the value of self worth! My beginners luck eventually ran out and I came in third but I managed to be the epitome of a sour loser as soon as we got into the bumper cars… license for who?!
In between all the chaotic fun, my lemon was still doing its magic but I indulged in a chicken salad courtesy of Burger King and passion fruit green tea before Obakeng and Lesego staged an intervention and shoved a double whopper down my throat.
And no… I am not going to indulge in seven kotas after this cleanse as that defeats the whole purpose doesn’t it..
A diet needn’t feel like you’re missing a meal. Live a healthy lifestyle.
Kisses and Fireworks