Right? Not gonna lie,  I ate a ham. A whole fucking ham.  Made me kek. I've been known to say, "screw it" and make some retardedly decadent meals. It's just not something I'd do every day. Just last week, I spent a whole day doing intense manual labour, having eaten almost nothing beforehand. I ate an entire goddamn pan-fried, medium-sized butter chicken pizza for dinner. Net weight gain: zero. Regret: none.