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Twice in the past two months (I know that's not frequent, but bear with me here), I've been told I have nice skin. What's with that? Do I actually have nice skin or is that the only nice thing people can think to say about me?
So, yeah, I have a pretty fragile sense of self.
I went to a wedding this weekend and wore a shirt without a tie. It looked okay beneath the suit. Before finding the shirt I ultimately ended up wearing, I thought I'd go in a t-shirt under a suit direction. I tried that out and it didn't work at all. I got a light blue "athletic fit" XXL t-shirt from GAP. The fit was all wrong. I'll need to lose at least 15 pound before I'm comfortable wearing that shirt.
And I wish I'd had the camera in the kitchen this morning. Normally a phrase like "camera in the kitchen" is about food someone has cooked but not in this case. As I think I've mentioned before, that's where I keep my scale. I was under 250 lbs. by 3.4 lbs. I can only attribute that to last night's meat-free dinner - a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch sprinkled with a few chocolate chips.
Don't get me started on my lack of soda intake. I had about 10 ounces of Sunkist this past Saturday at the wedding. That's it since the previous Monday. I'm doing well, but I haven't fully eliminated my sugary/caffeiney soda intake. But that Sunkist was mixed with Maker's Mark. Fantastic stuff.
or is it?
I woke up this morning with the notion that I should delete all of my online dating accounts. I did just that.
My social networking accounts remain active. If anyone is still using Friendster for dating, good for them.
I was in Atlantic City, NJ last night. I was able to refrain from visiting the ATM while craving more craps play. I was unable to resist the allure of sugary, sugary Coca-Cola.
In a stroke of boldness I ordered a Coke with dinner (like 20 pounds of roast beef on a kaiser roll!). I drank it with my meal and didn't get a refill. It was quite excellent - the first soda (besides Diet Sprite ZERO) I'd had in eight days.
I switched to bourbon on the rocks for table play. As the 2am hour approached and discussions about driving back to Brooklyn took hold, I considered the need to stay alert (in order to keep the driver focused and awake) and ordered a Coca-Cola while spending my last $20 at the video poker machines. It was a delightful treat and sipping it while trying to decide whether or not to hold a pair of 7's or a single Jack was sinfully delicious.
Riding a level of sugar and caffeine induced enthusiasm, I picked up one more bevarge at the Kwik MartStopShop twenty minutes outside of A.C.. I chose a bottle of Dr. Pepper. Talk about PEP!!!
The ride home lasted more than two hours. Wide awake. When I tried to fall asleep this morning (sometime around 5:30) I couldn't. My heart was racing. It was the caffeine. And the sugar. The evil, evil ingredients causing my body to flip out. Twenty minutes later I got past it and exhaustion set in.
I think the sharp reduction in soda intake is creating more of a physical change than the lack of smoking. Of course, I've no interest in testing that theory by puffing away on a cigarette.