You know how in the movie Jaws, when they caught what they thought was Jaws and they cut it open and all that random stuff came flying out?
A shoe. A license plate. A tin can.
Well, if someone happens to sink a hook in the side of my mouth off of Lake Redwine anytime soon they are gonna be in for about the same scene.
Today was the most random food day ever. No motivation. No inkling of a desire to eat what would be considered a normal meal AT ALL.
Toast. Peanut butter and (sugar free) jelly. Bagel. Two bites of a chili cheese dog. Four onion rings. Three bites of a cheeseburger. Two bites of birthday cake. Five pretzel sticks. Heath ice cream bar. Protein shake.
What the hell?
No exercise today either.
Talked it out with Russ tonight. He thought about it for awhile and decided that the best course of action for me is to "eat healthier and exercise more."
I told him he should start typing up that diet book tomorrow.
It’s 2:00am and I am still up. Not good.
And the cherry on top of all of this is that my gym membership expires Friday.
Excuse me. I have to go make sure that the refrigerator door is closed.