There must be a law against KFC or any other disgustingly, fantastic-tasting, junk food shops opening within a mile's radius of any place of workout! It's torture, I say! At the end of a gruelling session at the gym, the last thing you want is the delicious smell of fried chicken teasing your nostrils. I insist I can almost hear them (chicken spirits) beckon and taunt my already starved apetite - Come hither, Jeremy, we know you want a Zinger with the works...
So far, so good - just one trip to KFC in 3 months. My new fix? Home-made brownies... ;)