Four days to go, or should I say four years to go... It will be like a walk up the side of a mountain in Nepal, barefoot, in the snow, with no Sherpa...carrying enough food to feed the rest of the monastery. And pulling a dead horse. But it will be worth it. Food intake … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen – 4 Days Left
If 13 is an unlucky number, I must be one lucky guy... 13 days in and I have been dead to the world for the past three. I can't seem to shake this feeling, and I am certain by now it's not sickness. Well, it could be mental sickness, but that's for another series...now back … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen – Day 20 Change Day Lucky 13
That, and it doesn't taste like most diet drinks that were engineered from the back sweat of an elephant.
Coke Zero is now the drink of choice until I can wean myself off completely, as Diet Coke tastes like a homeless man's crotch in early August.
T-minus 4 days. Four days until I wave a tearful goodbye to Taco Bell for a while. Wendy's Baconator. McDonald's McMuffins. Hell, I am choking up a little as I type this out. Well, the choking might be Swiss Cake Roll induced, as four of those little brown devils is what I had for breakfast. … Continue reading 37 Days to an Asylum – Which Might be Zen
So, with day 2 in the books, I felt good for a total of an hour and a half, the total time it took me to consume my meals. The rest of the day I remained as sluggish as always, irritable, and an uneasy feeling now growing in the pit of my stomach.
T-minus 7 days until my body begins to go into complete and total shock. I have grown tired of feeling tired, aching, stressed, and feeling completely useless in the universe. Day one consisted of the regular day to day operations of being a complete failure on a planetary scale.