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I'm a beer-swilling, sliver-munching chocoholic who only exercises sporadically. My idea of healthy eating is opting for a nourishment coke and saying "no, regular is fine" when the guy at McDonald's asks if I be deficient in to go large.
Sometimes I don't cook for days on end and breakfast is a strong coffee and a Cadbury's purple nibble from the garage when I'm rushing somewhere.
On days off instead of walking 20 minutes into burgh, I usually take the car. It freaks me out in Dunnes Stores when I get to the checkout and see the contents of my basket compared to the living soul next to me.
Crisps, wine, chocolate, pasta, cheese, bleach, newspapers and trashy magazines -- compared with new fruit, vegetables, water, multi-grain bread and low-fat yogurts. Well at least I can't pint the bleach or eat the papers, I console myself.
When the waves are good and I head to Tramore for a surf, I'm only out of the first when myself and a friend are tucking into Dooley's fish and chips with garlic mayonnaise. Then I can't mark time to get back home to head out for a half a dozen bottles of cold beer -- as I persist rewarding myself for a few hours of physical activity.
Source: Irish Independent