Powered by KFC and poor life choices

Bio:

Once a proud couch potato fueled exclusively by KFC, I’ve come to a harsh adult realisation: metabolism isn’t a lifelong warranty. As my love for crispy chicken deepened, so did my understanding that if I want to keep eating KFC without turning into a human nugget, I actually have to move.

So here I am — running, lifting, sweating — all in the noble pursuit of extra drumsticks. Why exercise? Simple. Every kilometer earns me another wing. Every squat brings me closer to that zinger box. And if I’m going to suffer, it might as well be for a good cause (besides my cholesterol levels).

Join me as I heroically balance cardio and cravings, fitness and fried chicken, health and happiness — one hilarious, heavy-breathing step at a time.