When my younger brother took a nap during the day on Memorial weekend and complained about how sleepy he was, I jokingly said he must’ve eaten too many carbs. Jokingly because he’s basically on the South Beach Diet like myself, when he’s not having one of his weekly ‘crap’ days. But when he hesitated and got a guilty look on his face I knew I had busted him. Busted! Little bro had partaken in Rally’s four burgers for five dollars special. Tsk, tsk. Strange how my new knowledge of the glycemic index allowed me to go all Sherlock Holmes on his ass. Just call me PastaQueen, Carb Detective.
Earlier: First Non-Family Weight Loss Notice!
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