Oh I’ll just make some extra money to pay for crossfit, no big deal.
What a crock of shit, seriously just shit.
So I’ve been MIA for months, I’m sorry I have neglected you my little thuggsters.
Truth is, what I thought would be a small time gig of meal prepping for a few friends has turned into a company bigger than I ever knew was possible.
I went from meal prepping 45 meals to prepping over 300 in one day.
Now I can’t complain, my main goal for starting all this shit was to bring awareness to people. Let them see how food really has an impact on your day to day living.
You can either wake up feeling awesome after a 100% Paleo day or you can shit yourself after engulfing your face with nasty as fuck, McDonalds.
Mama is feeling neglected. My poor baby doesn’t get her picture taken as much. Oh but she lets me know that when she lays her 75 pound behemoth ass right on me.
I love what I do, I love making people happy.
In the end that makes it worth it.
Eat my food and don’t shit yourself.
Keep it thuggish ruggish and toned,
Pamela Martha Focker