I can't hide it anymore, my muffin top is way overdone, and I'm beginning to look a little bit like one of the Sneetches. I'm going to go ahead and say that for now, it's a good thing all the beaches are covered in snow.
With that said, I've spent more hours on the elliptical this week, than the last three months combined. Problem is, now I just want to eat all the time. I'm not sure if it's because I watch the food network channel while I work out, or maybe my meat suit just wants me to remain pudgy. I'm guessing that most likely it's my never ending passion for mozzarella sticks. ( Dang cheesy fried
goodness. )
Anyhow, I took out the Foreman last night to grill up some chicken, and to my disgusted surprise find that someone put it away without properly cleaning it. Not only was George covered in old crusty burnt meat, it was quite obvious once I began to rinse it off, that fish was definitely last grilled on him. Yuck.
If you have ever used a Foreman grill before, than you already know that cooking with one is a breeze, but cleaning it is an art. You can't just take an s.o.s. pad or even the green rough side of a sponge to it without the Teflon coating scrapping off, and spraying it with the sink gun only makes an even bigger wet meat infested mess all over your counters.
I find that patience is the key to a clean grill, along with twelve rounds of Clorox wipes, a fork, and nine paper towels. Lesson learned... clean the grill while it's still hot.
Oh, I almost forgot to show you my breasts.
