I’m starving. Withering away like an autumn leaf…and it’s almost spring, for heaven’s sake!!! My wounds from the ring are still all-too-apparent and I can barely get down my morning Activia…let alone my weekly prime rib.

Talk about torture. That godforsaken chipmunk really had it out for me…and I am living with the consequences. The bites on my lip, cheek, chin, and perfectly shaped brows speak for themselves…some people DO hate you because you’re beautiful.

Boss Man has tried to comfort me with an ice pack and an iTunes gift card. Thoughtful but completely insufficient. All I want is that chipmunk’s head on a stick (or my good looks back, whichever happens first).

Currently losing pounds in contemplation of a comeback fight. Coming soon: Maxy Balboa.

Stay tough,
Max