Food journal fail.

Another failed project.
This one I'm not sad about, writing everything down that I eat was kind of annoying. Still going to watch what I eat a bit and work out. But not going to write shit down anymore.

Also I'm going to keep writing mood reviews. I'm just not going to do it full time...no real point with 5 readers. But I'm taking a small movie break, been watching crazy amounts of TV on Netflix, I finished LOST finally, watched all of Dead Like Me and I'm plowing through Weeds.

Hmmmm....a lot of cheese today.

Jan 11
1:00pm one piece of fudge.
One piece of French toast with scrambled eggs and half a Cesar salad.
6:00pm one string cheese, one cup of yogurt (vanilla) an a 1oz bag of Doritos (nacho cheese)
8:00pm cheesy toast
10:00pm tostino's personal pizza and a cheese stick

Foods and workouts

This is what I ate yesterday.

Jan 10
10:00am three scrambled eggs, a piece of toast and two pieces of bacon
10:45am one giant cup of coffee with lots of cream and honey. one piece of gum (maui melon mint)
4:00pm one ham and cheese hot pocket
8:00pm one piece of blueberry bread
9:00pm one hamburger patty chopped up and mixed with green beans.
11:00pm some cheese and ritz crackers.

Oh and I also did this...

Chest Press: 2 sets of 15 reps
Dumbbell Fly: 2 sets of 12 reps
Skull Crushers: 2 sets of 15 reps
Press Downs: 2 sets of 15 reps

Food journal.

I've been advised to keep a food journal.
I'm not going on a diet...I am however cutting back on what I'm eating as well as starting a workout routine.
Mostly I just got advised how to use all the workout equipment I already have.

So naturally I've decided to post al this info all over my internets.
I started earlier today (Jan 9th) so here it is.

Jan 9
3:00pm Two pieces of blueberry bread and two handfuls of chips.
5:00pm one peppermint patty and one beer.
7:00pm one string cheese an one bratwurst with white bread and BBQ sauce.
9:00pm one giant cup of peach tea with honey and creamer.
1:00am three pieces of grape licorice and a handful of beef jerky.
2:00am one string cheese.

@*!#$

I spent the last half of an hour at work today listening to a man beat up an old lady waiting for the police to arrive.
truth be told it shook me more than I thought.
I was one of the hardest calls I've ever taken.
please pardon me now as I have to finish off my vodka and at least a couple of beers.

Christmasy Crap.

Okay...I don't HATE Christmas...but it's not my favorite. And the asshole that I sometimes am hates that it's the most popular holiday, which mean it's most peoples favorite.
And for some reason they all get mad at me and say I need to get into the Chistmas Spirit when I grumble that radio stations start playing Christmas Music the day after Halloween.
(Hell! this year Wal*Mart put up a tree and Christmas isle the week BEFORE halloween!)

you know what I say to them....nothing, cause I'm too nice a person...but I want to shout "SCREW YOU".

As I claimed before...I don't hate Christmas. And about December 10th or 11th I start feeling like it's Christmastime. But it's not all warm and touching or lifechanging at all. it's just a time where we buy gifts for the people we love (not everyone I work with, or every person I've met this year) and spend time letting them know we apreciate them. I grew up with plenty of Christmas Traditions...and I believe I broke most of them this year, which I'm okay with.

I had I good time. I spent the morning with my girlfriend. we exchanged presents, ate junk food and had a great morning. Then I went to work, because noone else wanted to...and they paid me double-time and a half to be there....so duh.

(Then after work I drove down to Central Utah to visit my family that moved very far away.)

All in all not a bad weekend.
But lets not dwell on it or repeat it for at least a year.

Geektastic

Sadly the fact that I went to the comic book store is blogworthy news.
It was pretty exciting though. I picked up 5 back issues of the series I'm collecting for only 1 dollar.
Yeah...one dollar...five comics!!
It was exciting, I grabbed one book from the dollar bin and four from the quarter bin...then I got 50% off at the counter. It was quite exciting!!

On a slightly less geeky note, TRON is tonight. So ready for this! I have midnight IMAX 3D tickets. And I can't wait.
And before none of you berade me for going to a 3D movie, which none o you know that I hate, I shall tolerate TRON in 3D because I know it was made for 3D and not enhanced for it post production.

Another letter

Dear Body,
I'd just like to let you know that 5 hours of sleep is not enough.
Just knock it off and go back to sleep. No one wants to talk to you this early.

Movie fail.

I fell like a failure.
I've been watching a movie every day and blogging about it here And I've been doing well...until yesterday. Didn't watch a movie at all that day.

I was going to that moring about 1 am, but I was really tired, then when I woke up I decided to go to the mechanic to get my car worked on, just to get it out of the way.
Well I ended up waiting at the Mechanics for over 4 hours, without my iPod (could have watched a movie on my iPod). I was late for work, and then work was really busy. It was totally depresseing.

On the bright side, as soon as I finish my saftey inspection on the car I get to go to the DMV and put it into my name. Then the car will officially be mine.
Yay me!

A letter

I'm afraid to lay down next to you at night.
I don't want to disturb your peaceful rest. You lay so still, you hardly move. This is who you really are, and I'm afraid you'll see who I really am.
I am not peaceful, I'm fully of worry and regret. It keeps me up all hours of the night. I have to distract myself. I read until I'm exhausted enough to sleep. If I didn't then I would just lay there thinking. And we know what happens to me when I think.
I worry.
I have a big imagination, but I only seem to imagine the worst things that could happen. I have a shoty memory, and I only seem to remember the worst things I've done. Everything is fine now, but I always seem to worry about everything that could go wrong. Everything that I could do wrong. Everything that I will do wrong.
I lay for hours, and my thoughts make it even longer. And when I finally drift off...I sleep fitfully. I tumble through sleep haphazardly. I disturb you. I can feel it. And it tears me up to see you wake before you're ready.
Then I wake up.
Hours before you do. You're comfortable and content. I'm afraid of rolling into you. I get up so as to not worry about trying to fall asleep again, I don't have it in me to put you through that twice a night.
When you get up, you're rested and beautiful.
I feel worse. I dread the long day, and tonight...tonight we'll do it all again.