Side note, my sleeping seems to be getting a bit better. I didn't take a sleeping pill the past two nights, and fell asleep and slept through the night. That hasn't happened for a very long time.
Diet
37 Days to Zen- Day 10 Change Day 3
Lunch was another chicken; I am beginning to wonder if I will be tried for genocidal crimes against chickens one day. Still no full flavored soda product, as I took down another sugar-free Monster.
37 Days to Zen – Day 9 Change Day 2
I supplemented my breakfast with beef jerky to tide me over until lunch, where I murdered yet another defenseless chicken, this time dipped in lemon heaven.
37 Days to Zen – Day 8, Change Day 1
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.
37 Days to Zen, 30 and a Wake-Up
T minus 1 and a wake-up. I am only hoping I continue waking up, as my left arm is still numb and has now started to creep up into my neck. I wish this were a made up scenario for this series, but it's not. I am very apprehensive now. I have Googled the symptoms … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen, 30 and a Wake-Up
37 Days to Zen, 2 Days until Jesus Comes Back
T-minus 2 days and I don't know if it's the standard daily depression or being depressed for knowing I will not be able to call away for a pizza in three days. Either way, it sucks. Breakfast - normal daily operating procedures with the Swiss Cake Rolls and Monster. White labeled sugar-free is the preferred … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen, 2 Days until Jesus Comes Back
37 Days to Zen – Maybe I Could Get the Cliffnotes
T-minus 3 days until I begin hating myself for bettering myself, much different than hating myself for destroying myself today. Waking up this morning was the same as the past several years, I didn't want to get out of bed even though I couldn't sleep anymore. My back hurts so bad at night that I … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen – Maybe I Could Get the Cliffnotes
37 Days to an Asylum – Which Might be Zen
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
37 Days to Zen, 2 Days Until I Slit my Throat – Day 3
My mood swings are the same, as they should be since my diet hasn't changed, going from happy while eating to borderline suicidal hours after consumption. And if you think I am joking about the depression, you haven't spent the last few years with me. It's real, and I am now beginning to believe it's mostly food related.
37 Days to Either a Heartattack or Zen – Day 2
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.
Chop's Guide to the Galaxy 