Jan 11, 2008 14:14
Except for a tiny bit of chicken that was in the peanut curry soup I thought was vegetarian, I haven't eaten meat in a week, as of today.
Not a huge feat by any means. But for me that's sort of noteworthy. I am on a self-induced meat strike until I at least get myself into a gym or on an actual eating plan.
224. Fucking hell, man.
Not like I'm not stressed about other stuff (like I'm broke and I have this gigantic film production looming up... anybody want to loan me like, a grand? or ten?) but I can't put off the eating better thing forever, either. I'm starting to get sick of myself and that's no good.
Discipline! Productivity! Self-image! Sex appeal!
Hey me: do the thing I'm always advising others to do. Grab myself by the balls and just do it. Be who I want to be and know I could be if I just did. For fucks sake. And you know I'm not just talking about food and working out.
Remember the teachings of Nike.
nike,
veg,
inane