I’ve ordered, everything’s on its way. Even bought the tiny blender for work.
Hmm. The usual green beach shorts didn’t fit as usual for these log photos. In fact, pretty damn uncomfortable. All remaining doubts about this V-Diet are now thrown aside.
Lately, there’s been a little bit of a disconnect between reality and my perception of reality. Sometimes it takes a pair of shorts to uncover the truth. I’m here because I want my discipline back. I got real proud of myself a while ago for quitting smoking. So proud that I started justifying a bit of overeating and over-sipping on the ol’ scotch in place of the cigarettes. “Oh, it’s cool, as long as I don’t smoke.” Recently, a real solid observation hit me with enough force to knock a drink out my hand, I have been trading vices and obsessions, one for another, for years.
I made a nice physique transformation years ago, the kind of transformation that allows a man to feel a certain kind of pride in wearing a certain pair of shorts. Let it begin, again. Let it keep going, this time with better lung capacity.