I woke up again this morning feeling lighter. I haven't been eating late at night, right before bed, or snacking at any time. Only diet sugar-free drinks. I'm not stuffing my face for every meal; I have been stopping when I start to feel full. On all meat meals that is hard to do, as … Continue reading 37 Days to Zen – Day 24 Change Day 17 – 13 to Go
McDonald’s
37 Days to Zen – Day 13 ChangeDay 6
No sweets again today, which is starting to eat at me. I want a Little Debbie so dang bad...
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 – 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 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.
37 Days to Zen – Day 1
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.
Nothing Says “I’m Lovin it” Like a Little Hate with your Coffee
I just finished my sausage McMuffin and was thumbing through a few saved articles from yesterday to catch up on reading. The weather outside was frightful, as winds had picked up to the point that the power lines were dancing three or four feet at a time. The trees were all but snapping, as limbs … Continue reading Nothing Says “I’m Lovin it” Like a Little Hate with your Coffee
Anything is Possible, But Nothing is Real
After seeing the telethon from the inside, it's apparent that those companies are in it for the exposure and money, not for those impacted by the trillions of gallons of water dumped on South Louisiana in a matter of hours, or the hurricane-ravaged region of the East Coast, or the burned remains of parts of California. Ratings and advertising revenue for the networks and incoming capital for the largest relief organization on the planet who may or may not spend the money where it needs to be spent. Based on the last time they “helped”, I lean towards may not.
Living in the Fridge like a local.
What I mean when I say living like a local is not living like a tourist or as a westerner who just can't give up McDonald's.
Chop's Guide to the Galaxy 