I'm moderately excited. I'm about to go through all my belongings again! I'm again going to get rid of all the nonsense I don't need to have around. Each time I do this, I get better. I want to be at the point where it's almost impossible to have a cluttered home. My home will always be in need of cleaning, due to two pets I promise to brush more often.
I am outta shape. I actually wore myself out playing catch with my younger cousin. Sad. On the plus side, my food co-op is delivering lots of produce on Tuesday night, so I can finally eat well like I threaten to do.
A note: this blog will now have lots more pictures of my meals. Maybe by making a visual record of my food, I can improve my nutrition. Fear of embarrassment is more effective for me than my own health. Why do I even eat the garbage I eat? I know I've asked this 8 million times, and I know the answer is that I've got a tendency toward addiction and I need to stop. All those nasty chemicals, sugars and cow assholes are not going to give me the beach body that will earn me love and acceptance.