Guilt pangs

A man's gripe about non-fattening foods triggered a similar recollection in my head. Just a few days prior to my fantabulous Middle Eastern experience, I actually caught a movie with Big Bicep Barry. Unsurprisingly for a big burly guy, he's a huge diving fan, it seems, and he relishes every chance to get Into the Blue. I'd love to get into Paul Walker myself but that's something else entirely.

The movie was... okay. The plot was a little flimsy, there was no one to actually root for but the simple fact that Paul Walker's studly beach bum character didn't have sufficient funds to clothe himself made up for the whole shebang. Seriously. Some men should remain shirtless all the time. Paul Walker made that list.

After the early movie, we ( Barry and me - not Paul and me though that would have been great too )made a quick getaway for a bite. After being exposed to all that zero-fat, gym-toned muscle goodness on screen, Barry guiltily ordered a mini salad - usually reserved for scrawny singletons the size of Ally McBeal - while I stockpiled for winter with a plate of hearty noodles, some fried wantan ( dripping in oil ) and a tray of delicious pastry liberally covered in cholesterol/mayonnaise. So while the strapping, muscular six-footer daintily munched through a few leaves, I relentlessly ravaged my way through the entire forest - no doubt swallowing up a few hapless animals on the way.

Barry was stunned and I felt like a ravenous beast.

Still, I did learn one thing about myself... that I simply can't sacrifice good food for a tight-six pack. Some things are just far too irresistible. Gotta say that only Chris Evans in a skimpy white towel would be sufficient impetus to make me give up all that :) So Chris, if you're reading this... do a good deed, get out of your clothes and help me lose some weight please.