August 14, 2007
Moratorium
in addition to denying myself some various entertainment pleasures in 2008, I'm instigating a food moratorium now. It's some weird penance thing I'm on.
Kidding.
It's somewhat dietary, but in part just realization that my metabolism is slowing down, and that thanks to a rather unhealthy summer I've lost some of my nice physique (really haven't gotten fat, but I've lost some muscle due to inactivity). To stave off further degradation and ballooning, I'm taking a couple of vices out of the equation for a while until such time that I can appropriately measure my intake:
- Pop aka Soda aka Coke (an easy one... done it before can do it again)
- Booze aka Alcohol (going straight-edge... fyi, I'll no longer be fun at parties) update: I've excluded wine from "booze" as it's more civilized (yeah, that's it)
- Potato Chips (also includes nachos, tortillas and corn chips)
- French fries (mainly forcing me into the salad route)
- Chocolate (it's going to be bad when the cravings hit... mainly referring to chocolate bars here)
- Hamburgers (mainly because I've been having terrible indigestion with them lately)
- Fast food (the bad ones... and, oh, no Wendy's...ach! Pizza and subs and Mediterranean is okay)
- Mayonnaise (as much as possible)
So far that's the list, but more may be added.
When I was in San Diego, I realized that because I was so sick and my throat so sore and swollen that I ate incredibly healthy, since if I was going to put something in my body that would cause me great pain to start, it better help me out in the long run. I wish to maintain that thinking without being a Granola Nazi about it like those freaks at Veggie Hut who keep pestering the fine folks at Meat Shake.
or whatever.
Posted by graig at August 14, 2007 3:20 PM | TrackBackfood
About the drinking moratorium...its better late than never, brah! You and booze can do some zany things.
1) Do you remember all those nights at Coyotes'? What about the people you met there? I didn't think so!
2) What about your penchant for the frilliest of frilly fou-fou fruity drinks? How many blenders did you go through when you lived on your own, 4?
3) What about that time I dropped my keys and you thought the phone was ringing?
4) Do you remember any of the bands we saw at the Apollo from 2000-2001?
5) I heard about that time in Halifax when you couldn't stop laughing because a cat was meowing...
6) Remember the time we played trivia pursuit at Kelli's and you kept helping me with answers...even though we were on opposite teams?
7) what was the name of that chocolatey and creamy combo drink? It came in a bottle that poured out both at once. I'm convinced that you brewed and packaged that lethally delicious concoction yourself because I've never seen anyone besides you drink it. You probably don't know the name now though, do you? You probably smashed the still and ate the recipe in frustration one night after only finding three liquers to mix your eye-opener that morning. Yeah, I know I used "night" and "morning" to describe the same passage of time but you probably searched for a very long time and the sun came out but by that point you settled on Cap'n'Crunch instead...unless you had a canker sore that day, which would excuse you from your daily consumption of that pointy gnarly Quaker demon-spawn cereal.
*some of these situations may not have happened (but only the second half of 2 and 3...the rest are TRUE)
Drinking and drugs are bad!
Unless prescribed by a doctor (but not those crazy wrestling doctors, they could probably give you a script for whiskey and $2 White Russians)
Posted by: ryan at August 14, 2007 11:06 PMAh, it's my old nemesis, the cupholder.. I mean Mr. Memory, reminding me of misspent youth. To address your concerns:
1)I do in fact have some - but not all - recollection of many nights at Coyotes. Some I'm sure I'm glad I forget though.
2)I'z a girl-drink drunk, is true.
3)No, no I don't recall that.
4)I'm sure I remember some.. Darkest of the Hillside Thickets performing with Huevos Rancheros... some bands with girls in them... and stuff. I think you drank more than I did those nights bro.
5)That wasn't Halifax, that was Peterborough! Hah, Mr. Memory busted!
6)Yes I do.. that was the evening you were distracted by boobage and piercings...
7)I do recall the drink and the name is on the tip of my tongue... starts with S... or C...
SHERIDANS!
YES!
And then I ate the horse.
Posted by: graig at August 15, 2007 11:13 AM