If I keep this up...
Sunday, 7 August 2005 01:43...soon I'll be bingeing AND purging.
Garret is sick. This means his age has been reduced by half minus six. On Thursday, I suggested he go to bed (it was 1 a.m.) and all he could reply to me with was "don' wanna!" He said this repeatedly as he hobbled to bed and only stopped once his head hit the pillow. By then he was already asleep. Oy.
The next day he complained that there was Nothing To Eat In This House. I was about to make a grocery trip so I asked him what he wanted. Usually he can give me a list of items he wants, but this week all he could say was "comfort food." It's been ages since I've seriously shopped for comfort food, so I may have gone overboard. I knew it was a mistake to get the Nutella... I could eat that stuff by the spoonful. The rest of it was things on my list and foodstuffs I know I'll never eat, but Garret is set for several days.
With the exception of the Nutella I've been very good. However, Nutella is powerful stuff. Powerful, powerful stuff. It knocked me on my ass and brought me one step closer to the cold I've been fighting all week. Shit. Looks like I won't be singing for another week. That kinda sucks. I guess I'll just pick myself up, dust myself off, and continue in the direction I should be headed. Food is the only reason I dread weekends. Seriously.
The lethargy I've been experiencing these last couple of weeks has been mysterious to me. It's been harder to stay motivated, little things slow me down at the gym, I get pain in strange places, and it's difficult getting up in the morning. I really need to stop this weekend binge bullshit -- I think it's the main culprit -- because I started being noticably affected by it about two weeks ago. Pacing myself with food is not one of my stronger skills.
The gym stuff is paying off, though. I added 30# to my squat, and 15# to my bench. I'm a rock.
Garret is sick. This means his age has been reduced by half minus six. On Thursday, I suggested he go to bed (it was 1 a.m.) and all he could reply to me with was "don' wanna!" He said this repeatedly as he hobbled to bed and only stopped once his head hit the pillow. By then he was already asleep. Oy.
The next day he complained that there was Nothing To Eat In This House. I was about to make a grocery trip so I asked him what he wanted. Usually he can give me a list of items he wants, but this week all he could say was "comfort food." It's been ages since I've seriously shopped for comfort food, so I may have gone overboard. I knew it was a mistake to get the Nutella... I could eat that stuff by the spoonful. The rest of it was things on my list and foodstuffs I know I'll never eat, but Garret is set for several days.
With the exception of the Nutella I've been very good. However, Nutella is powerful stuff. Powerful, powerful stuff. It knocked me on my ass and brought me one step closer to the cold I've been fighting all week. Shit. Looks like I won't be singing for another week. That kinda sucks. I guess I'll just pick myself up, dust myself off, and continue in the direction I should be headed. Food is the only reason I dread weekends. Seriously.
The lethargy I've been experiencing these last couple of weeks has been mysterious to me. It's been harder to stay motivated, little things slow me down at the gym, I get pain in strange places, and it's difficult getting up in the morning. I really need to stop this weekend binge bullshit -- I think it's the main culprit -- because I started being noticably affected by it about two weeks ago. Pacing myself with food is not one of my stronger skills.
The gym stuff is paying off, though. I added 30# to my squat, and 15# to my bench. I'm a rock.
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7/8/05 11:15 (UTC):)
MOMMY!
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7/8/05 16:15 (UTC)Madness!
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