I went out for sushi with Adam last night. It was a rather pleasant experience. We drank green tea and ate salmon and tuna sushi. I kept away from the skanky looking fried chicken. But after dinner I did the unthinkable... I went to McDonalds.

There are only 36 days left until our 100km hike – 36 days of NOT eating McDonalds. I've been doing my best to train – I ride my bike everywhere, often into central Yaizu; I stretch as often as I can; I run and I walk with my awesome hot pink handweights. But last night I lapsed.

I often wonder why Japanese children are so small, like little beetles, running around squealing their unintelligible nihongo. I especially wondered this last night when I ordered a McDonalds Happy Meal – complete with pancakes, fries and a coke. If I had kids and I was making them lunch I would not pair pancakes and fries. I couldn't think of a worse dietary combination. Yet, this is what I ordered last night. After eating teeny, tiny sushi I was still hungry and the pancakes were crying out to me. I had to eat those little pancakes...

So today I repent. I drink my cleansing green tea and nibble on a Soy Joy... while daydreaming about greasy fish and chips at Fish Frenzy in Hobart.

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