The unburdening of my soul went something like this:
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been….um…let’s see…25 years since my last confession. Yes, I know that’s a long time, but I don’t sin. Ok, I just lied right there. I guess that’s a sin. I try not to, though! I don’t tell whoppers, I eat them - hahaha….ha…ah….ok, I hide my true feelings behind lame attempts at humor, don’t judge me!
Anyway.
I JUST wrote a blog post about how I was going to do right
by my fatty liver by eating clean and exercising like a mofo, only to follow it
up with a Facebook picture of me at a Hooters establishment grinning like I’d just
won the Powerball, SuperLotto, and Megabucks all at the same time. Oh, and I kinda
judged the girls who worked there….because boobs.
I have inflicted damage upon myself while being fully cognizant
of the fact I was inflicting damage upon myself, and for this, I would like to
be forgiven.
Oh yeah, and I also constantly wish that Justin Bieber and the Kardashians
would get swallowed up by the largest creature to have ever lived, the blue whale. I shouldn’t wish such misfortune upon a
poor, defenseless animal. That is all. Thank you and goodnight.”
A smile as bright as a thousand desert suns
UGH. I love food. Too much. Too damn much. I don’t claim to
be an expert on nutrition (OBVIOUSLY - says you). But I’m pretty sure that
eating a plate and a half of fried chicken wings is not beneficial to an
already taxed system (DUH – says you again).
So I started fresh again today, as I do every day. I sure
hope I don’t wear out the reset button on this body because I will be plenty
mad if I die in my sleep without ever having tried a real cronut from the
Dominique Ansel Bakery in New York.
The real deal - actually, it's pretty expensive, so it's not a deal
This journey is hard, and honestly, it sucks. Sure, I
can blame things on the fact that I have the metabolism of a middle aged South
American sloth, but the truth is – I just have no control (or shame). Ah well, time to pick myself back up again and
keep on marching along.
Isn't he just so cute though?
Anyway, I plan on doing some weight training this evening using Nate’s
elaborate gym set up in the garage. This always used to scare me because after
watching a certain disgusting weightlifting video on Failblog.org, I now have
an intense fear of crapping myself mid-lift. Plus, I’m pretty sure that my
calves can break a grown man’s neck in three different places, so I really don’t
want to bulk that area up any further. However, Nate has assured me that I’m
crazy and that both of those fears will not materialize. I trust him because...
I love that face
Anyway, I will make a good effort tonight...just like the tiny ant I found bench pressing
a grain of rice in the kitchen last week. If he’s down, then so am I.
"We can not start over, but we can begin now, and make a new ending" - Zig Ziglar