100. End

End. The end of the 100 days, and the end of all of these products in my store cupboard and fridge entering my digestive tract... for a month anyway. Out with one challenge, in with another. Oh, and this song. Listening to it now while looking at this photo is drawing a strange romantic connection between me and all of the carbs. I was born in to this modern western diet, it's somewhat of a love affair. Good-bye pizza, maybe I'll see you in October. Now, to find my inner cave-girl...