I haven't weighed myself since superbowl weekend. But after about 2 weeks of a consistent regiment of :
(I have yet to find this amazing flavor)
Breakfast - 1 Nutrament shake Lunch - fruit, and/or a six inch tuna on wheat subway sandwich Dinner - More fuckin' apples and bananas or just sleep
I imagine that I MUST have lost some weight by now! I haven't even been indulging that much on the weekend.
This week has been freakin' exhausting though. Eating well has certainly not made me feel healthier or regulated my sleep cycle. The weather is improving drastically though and I plan to stab my S.A.D. in the face with a rusty spork soon.
And hey! It's valentines weekend coming up! Fuckin' hell! Romance is in the air for some folks, right? It's a time to celebrate. Right? Maybe i'll use my weekend binge privilages to get something deep fried at a nice all you can drink brunch somewhere..
Okay, I think I have to admit it...I might have seasonal affective disorder. It's not like i'm Captain happy the other 3 seasons of the year, but I find my gloom and doom mentality to be especially pronounced this winter. Wiki explains it as...
" a mood disorder in which people who have normal mental health throughout most of the year experience depressive symptoms in the winter or, less frequently, in the summer,[1] repeatedly, year after year. The US National Library of Medicine notes that "some people experience a serious mood change when the seasons change. They may sleep too much, have little energy, and crave sweets and starchy foods."
Sounds about right to me. I blame it on the cold dark snowy days. Days where I don't get one second of natural light and the fact that my house is completely boxed in and gets barely any light even on nice days.
I can't stand when it gets dark at 5pm! Stupid farmers with their daylight savings time! What the hell is that all about anyway?!? Hmm...i'll Wiki it, why not?
Oh forget it...too many words...
Anyways, another downside to this depressive state is the "sweet and starchy foods" as described above. I think i've put on about ten pounds of winter weight and my means of getting rid of it are quite limited. I decided a long time ago that a gym was impractical and never going to happen. So i've taken to doing about 30-60 sit-ups a day. That wasn't doing much so I figured a diet of my own creation was in order.
So yesterday I actually braved the outdoors for a purpose other than getting drunk or going to school. I went to the local 24 hour produce market which is actually pretty clean and well laid out. I decided to steal the banana aspect of the "japanese banana diet" and just buy a shitload of bananas. I figure I could survive eating those 24/7.
But then I remembered that they make my tongue tingle and that the texture gets kinda' gross after awhile. So luckily, along with my 16 bananas, I also purchased 10 apples, a bushel of grapes and 24 eggs (for when I need something hot and cooked)
Let's see if this works out. I still plan on eating and drinking whatever I want when I go out on the weekends. But c'mon I can't be expected to be perfect. And if I don't enjoy my weekends to the fullest then the terrorists have TRULY won. For some reason I had a craving last night for a tin of sardines in tomato sauce at Bay's house for dinner. I was dipping Utz bbq chips in it. Gross... I almost yacked. Could hardly finish my Pabst!
We also watched "True stories" with his neighbors. That old David Byrne movie from the 80's that no one has ever seen. It's a pretty bizarre look at a fictitious small town in Texas. It raises some interesting points about consumerism and the human condition. I would reccomend it. And David Byrne is amazing!
Went to New Jersey this weekend. Saturday day to Sunday night. Why do I love it so much?? I really don't know. Living vicariously through my wealthy and happily married friend Kuau? The greasy spoon diner food? Getting fucked up with his wife, watching cheesy MTV shows and playing Rock Band all night?
All of the above I guess. It's like going to some fancy bed and breakfast in the country that one of your best friends owns.
