With American Thanksgiving done and over with, and after having eaten so much (so much), even though my diet’s main goal is to gain muscle and therefore increase my calories, I’m still pretty sure I overdid it.
I’m here, a whole week after going over to my mom’s house, sprawled out on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, unable to move very much like a snake that’s eaten a big meal and is just sitting there, digesting for hours at a time, becoming a prime target for its predators.
My phone buzzes along my belly where I’ve left it, and even that simple movement has me groaning out loud, pressing my phone to my ear after connecting the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” Michael says, sounding happy like he’s talking out of a smile. I wiggle my toes in something like happiness, too. “How are you feel
