It started out like any other day
Soon enough, however innocent food reviews became challenges, challenges started getting a *vomit warning* in their title and - next thing I know I'm sat at 2:30 in the morning crying with laughter as I watch a man attempt to drink over 3 litres of Christmas ale and vomit violently; pulling a face seeming to recreate that iconic moment in "Total Recall" where Arnold Schwarzenegger falls onto the surface of mars.
Now, frankly I didn't think I could sink any lower. This beats slipping over in the showers at school as a 'blossoming' teen. This beats pretending I hated everything and was 'moody' and 'deep' to impress girls (also as a teen). This beats my first sexual encounter. Or so I thought.
Then came the 10,000 calorie challenges.