Never again...
So, last night (around 10pm), I baked an apple pie. I had not baked a pie from scratch before, and I figured it was high time to do so. Here's why I make a bad decision:
1am: I try my first slice. Delicious. I then go to bed.
7am: I wake up and get ready for my 8am class. I sneak a second small piece.
9:30: I get back from class, and I eat another slice. I get ready for work at 11.
5pm: I return home from work, and make some food. I finish the meal with another piece of apple pie.
9pm: As I'm watching the National Championship Game, I decide to go ahead and just keep eating pie (there's half of the pie left at this point).
9:37: I finish the entire pie. By myself.
Not smart, Blake. Not smart. Right now, I'm waiting for Wingstop to finish my order for some hot wings. I'm think I might die if I keep eating like this...
1am: I try my first slice. Delicious. I then go to bed.
7am: I wake up and get ready for my 8am class. I sneak a second small piece.
9:30: I get back from class, and I eat another slice. I get ready for work at 11.
5pm: I return home from work, and make some food. I finish the meal with another piece of apple pie.
9pm: As I'm watching the National Championship Game, I decide to go ahead and just keep eating pie (there's half of the pie left at this point).
9:37: I finish the entire pie. By myself.
Not smart, Blake. Not smart. Right now, I'm waiting for Wingstop to finish my order for some hot wings. I'm think I might die if I keep eating like this...