FRANCH FRIES
So, I cannot say that I've been participating in Health Month, but I have been experimenting with some other restrictive measures lately in an attempt to improve myself as a human being.
The first order of business was attempting to pay off the various ridiculous debts I've managed to accumulate during my time as a 31-year-old college student. I have been working full-time for a little under a month and have managed, to my surprise, to pay back almost $4,600 of my school loans thus far. I forgot how quickly savings can accumulate if you actually put your mind to it. The flip-side of this however is that our electricity got shut off yesterday for non-payment. I guess Christine and I have been subconsciously stuffing the bills in a pile each month without opening them, since we've decided to start saving to buy a place, therefore ignoring the month to month costs of our existence.
So last night we had to vacate our dark apartment and subject Jen and Marc to a surprise visit, which turned out to be a three hour long discussion about the specific ways in which humans are fundamentally unable to contemplate the origins of the universe (or physical matter) due to the impossibility of our considering such things outside the fictive constructs of time and space. Luckily, we were helped in bringing an end to what had become a very heated and circular argument by deciding to just shut up and watch reruns of Project Runway (I've missed most of this season so far).
I guess I also got carried away a bit last night, as I ended up having enough drinks that the end of the night is a bit hazy. I've been trying, and for the most part succeeding, in not having any alcohol "on weeknights" anymore. I guess this is somewhat in keeping with Health Month and I have also been exercising on our elliptical trainer pretty consistently (when we manage to have electricity that is). I've lost 22 pounds since the summer and for the most part have been eating healthier as well.
All this positive stuff kind of went out the window last weekend, however, particularly on Sunday Night when Christine, Heather, Holly, Andrea and I, after eating a bunch of Belgian Fries from the old man on Avenue A, went to some kind of celebration in honor of David Bowie I guess. I described this event to Liam as "basically a scene from Party Monster but 15 years later and with everyone making half the effort." I guess I was just bitter that the bartenders refused to wait on me though. Perhaps if I had sucked it up and put on some eyeliner, as suggested, I would not have felt like such an outcast. Oh well. There's always next year.
Tonight, assuming our power is turned back on, I am going to try to make a reasonably healthy dinner to atone for the debauchery of last weekend and last night. I'm thinking of trying a grilled tuna steak with wilted baby spinach and caramelized curried bananas, but I'll have to see if I still feel up for that by the time I get home.
The first order of business was attempting to pay off the various ridiculous debts I've managed to accumulate during my time as a 31-year-old college student. I have been working full-time for a little under a month and have managed, to my surprise, to pay back almost $4,600 of my school loans thus far. I forgot how quickly savings can accumulate if you actually put your mind to it. The flip-side of this however is that our electricity got shut off yesterday for non-payment. I guess Christine and I have been subconsciously stuffing the bills in a pile each month without opening them, since we've decided to start saving to buy a place, therefore ignoring the month to month costs of our existence.
So last night we had to vacate our dark apartment and subject Jen and Marc to a surprise visit, which turned out to be a three hour long discussion about the specific ways in which humans are fundamentally unable to contemplate the origins of the universe (or physical matter) due to the impossibility of our considering such things outside the fictive constructs of time and space. Luckily, we were helped in bringing an end to what had become a very heated and circular argument by deciding to just shut up and watch reruns of Project Runway (I've missed most of this season so far).
I guess I also got carried away a bit last night, as I ended up having enough drinks that the end of the night is a bit hazy. I've been trying, and for the most part succeeding, in not having any alcohol "on weeknights" anymore. I guess this is somewhat in keeping with Health Month and I have also been exercising on our elliptical trainer pretty consistently (when we manage to have electricity that is). I've lost 22 pounds since the summer and for the most part have been eating healthier as well.
All this positive stuff kind of went out the window last weekend, however, particularly on Sunday Night when Christine, Heather, Holly, Andrea and I, after eating a bunch of Belgian Fries from the old man on Avenue A, went to some kind of celebration in honor of David Bowie I guess. I described this event to Liam as "basically a scene from Party Monster but 15 years later and with everyone making half the effort." I guess I was just bitter that the bartenders refused to wait on me though. Perhaps if I had sucked it up and put on some eyeliner, as suggested, I would not have felt like such an outcast. Oh well. There's always next year.
Tonight, assuming our power is turned back on, I am going to try to make a reasonably healthy dinner to atone for the debauchery of last weekend and last night. I'm thinking of trying a grilled tuna steak with wilted baby spinach and caramelized curried bananas, but I'll have to see if I still feel up for that by the time I get home.