Day 24

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 207 lbs
Waist: 34″
Breakfast: Coffee
Lunch: Burger
Snacks: Nuts
Dinner: Chicken
Workout: None
Alcohol: Nope
In bed by: Late
Asleep by: Later

The Good: I FOUND A DOG I REALLY NEED TO ADOPT. LIKE, TOMORROW.

The Meh: Not a lot.

The Bad: Back is a bit sore. Hoping a night off helps.

Day 23

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 207 lbs
Waist: 34″
Breakfast: Coffee
Lunch: Chicken
Snacks: Nuts
Dinner: Scrambled eggs, eggs, almond milk loaded with stuff
Workout: 3 miles
Alcohol: Nope
In bed by: 12:00, likely
Asleep by: 12:30

The Good: The Interview was tossed in a garbage can. Good riddance.

The last 24 hours on the internet have been weird. Everyone on Twitter knows that it’s essentially an echo chamber; you follow people you like and the people you like generally have the same opinions you do.  That isn’t ideal, probably, but if you feel righteous in your beliefs you probably don’t have time for the bullshit the other side spews.

So when 95% of my timeline is made up of people upset with Sony shelving The Interview and saying that the terrorists won and that free speech was trampled and that Sony is a bunch of pussies and this is comparable to 9/11(!?) and Nazi Germany (!!!??!!!)…I find myself well on the otherside. With everyone, it seems. The left, the right…everyone has a reason that what transpired was terrible.

From the start, I didn’t think The Interview was a good idea. Honestly, I thought it was tasteless. And that was before I found out that the film depicted a sitting president being blown up in super slow motion. I didn’t, and still don’t, understand how someone could have thought this was a good idea. I don’t know why superstar Hollywood actors signed on, and I don’t know why it was backed by Columbia and Sony.

But it was their right to make the movie and it was probably going to be terrible but people in this country were probably going to flock to see it anyway.  So whatever.

But they had to know this was going to piss an incredible amount of people off, right?  And the country they were pissing off is completely unhinged?

A popular subject on Twitter today was free speech. By killing the release of The Interview, North Korea (and Sony) were trampling on the First Amendment. People, the left in particular, are big fans of an expression when it comes to free speech: you’re free to say what you want, but you aren’t necessarily free from consequence.

If a shock jock goes on the radio and spews racist and sexist bullshit, they can do that. But if corporate sponsors stop spending money, that same shock jock can get shit-canned in a heartbeat. If a racist NBA owner gets caught on tape actually being racist, the NBA may force him out because its in their best interest. Say what you want. It doesn’t mean won’t be made to regret it.

It’s in that vein that I think of The Interview. If you make a movie that pisses off a number of people with the technical wherewithal to fuck your shit up, you can’t really complain when they decide to do so. Did the corporate hack go too far? I don’t know. I’m not the group that was offended.

I don’t like siding with criminals and tyrants and evil nations. I don’t think I’m doing so here. I’m just not exactly feeling sorry for anyone from Sony or Rogen or Franco. Use better judgement. Next time think about whether that shitty movie really needs to be made.

The Meh: I’ve got four days off over the next two and a half weeks and I’m still expecting the holidays to be mostly shitty.

Also taking a day off tomorrow.

The Bad: This fucking website. Had no idea migration was going to be such a bitch.

Day 22

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 207 lbs
Waist: 34″
Breakfast: Coffee, stuff in it
Lunch: Spinach salad with chicken breast, bacon, carrots, cucumbers, bell peppers
Snacks: None
Dinner: Scrambled eggs, bacon and chicken thighs
Workout: 3 miles
Alcohol: Nope
In bed by: 11:00, likely
Asleep by: 11:30

The Good: Definitely a 34″ now. Tried a new way of making scrambled eggs tonight after making them the same all my life. Process went from taking three minutes to fifteen and by the time they were done I swore I’d never do it again. Then they were the best scrambled eggs I’d ever had and I know I’ll never go back to the old way.

The Meh: I need to shave this beard, but I forgot what I look like underneath it.

The Bad: I’ve been getting anxiety attacks. Nothing like I did when I was college but enough to make me retreat to the rest-room at work to splash water on my face while my pulse calms down. My mood has vacillated between mildly ambivalent to get-the-fuck-ahold-of-yourself, and often times minutes apart. Keeping busy helps. Running helps. So does the little bit of writing I do every night. My friday night of drinking too much came with a solid hour vent session with a friend and I probably needed that more than anything. I was fine for the rest of the weekend. I hate how dark it is around here at night. I need to be able to bike, play outdoor sports, grill in the evenings, sit around a fire. This winter is just straight up kicking my ass, and it’s only really just begun.

Day 21

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 208 lbs
Waist: 36″, but definitely not.
Breakfast: Coffee
Lunch: Baked chicken, carrots, cucumbers, celery
Snacks: Nuts
Dinner: Ahi tuna steak, onions, garlic and red bell peppers sauteed in chopped bacon
Workout: 2 miles
Alcohol: Nope
In bed by: 11:00, likely
Asleep by: 11:30

The Good: The good thing about a Packers loss is my productivity goes up. I have no desire to read about sports on a Monday after a loss.

The Meh: I’m so sick of the holiday season. This weather is bullshit, too.

The Bad: Worked a lot harder and faster tonight and didn’t have it. I keep saying I’ll bike the next day, and I end up running instead. Maybe tomorrow I finally give the feet a break.

Day 20

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 209 lbs
Waist: 36″, but definitely not.
Breakfast: Coffee with stuff in it.
Lunch: Nothing
Snacks: Nuts
Dinner: Egg scramble with hamburger and veggies
Workout: 3 miles
Alcohol: Nope
In bed by: 10:00
Asleep by: 11:30

The Good: Nothing. Today sucked.

The Meh: See above.

The Bad: God fucking dammit. The Packers shitting the bed against any solid front four has been a staple of the Mike McCarthy era. That’s a problem when two of the teams the Packers may end up seeing in the playoffs are Detroit and Seattle. I don’t know how they haven’t figured it out yet.

Diet today was admittedly bad. I didn’t eat a bunch of shitty food, I just didn’t eat enough. What I started noticing once I went sugar free is I stopped being hungry. I mean I’d get a little empty feeling around 1:00 and again, maybe, around 7:00, but I really don’t have the urge to eat much anymore. Until today I’ve managed to get in two really good meals every day but I wasn’t hungry and I snacked on some nuts during the game and whelp here we are. I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.

But now I’m about to watch the series finale of The Newsroom, a show I never loved, but generally liked. Until last week.

Day 19

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 206 lbs
Waist: 36″, but definitely not.
Breakfast: Coffee
Lunch: Eggs and bacon
Snacks: Nuts
Dinner: Bacon cheeseburger
Workout: 3 miles
Alcohol: Nope
In bed by: 11:30
Asleep by: Midnight

The Good: 206? LOL.

The Meh: Nothing

The Bad: Holy shit what a win by Milwaukee.

Day 18

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 210 lbs
Waist: 36″, but definitely not.
Breakfast: Just a plain old really good cup of coffee
Lunch: Baked chicken
Snacks: None
Dinner: Bacon cheeseburger, lettuce wrapped
Workout: 2 miles
Alcohol: YUP
In bed by: LATE
Asleep by: LATER

The Good: The diet today was fine.

The Meh: 2 miles at a higher pice.

The Bad: I’m drinking right now. So yup, didn’t last the 21 days.

Got home and got asked to hang out. Drinks were poured and and I said no for a while and then I said, fuck it, sure. I’m happy that I haven’t remotely wanted a drink when I’ve been home alone. Tomorrow I start over.

As it pertains to the calorie intake, I’m two drinks in and I’m rationalizing this because I’m drinking gin and diet tonics, and I’ll double my workout tomorrow.

¯_()_/¯

Day 17

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 209 lbs
Waist: 36″, but definitely not.
Breakfast: Cup of coffee with a bunch of shit in it.
Lunch: Soup, eggs, bacon
Snacks: Nuts
Dinner: Baked chicken
Workout: None
Alcohol: Nope.
In bed by: 11:00 pm, likely
Asleep by: 11:30 pm

The Good: I love it.

https://twitter.com/reasonablysober/status/543241461936820224

I had The 100 on for the three hours I was making this thing. Check it out on Netflix. It’s good.

The Meh: When I thought I was done I realized I did it all upside down. Hanger was on the otherside.

The Bad: Didn’t work out. Yesterday talked about getting home and not having enough hours in the day. I knew if I ran I’d be putting off the spice wall until the weekend and I got sick of seeing empty tins and bulk spices piling up.

Also, this morning was my first time trying to brew coffee with my new setup. Scale, burr grinder, tea kettle, Kalita Wave. It was a fucking comedy of errors. I didn’t realize until it was too late that there was a thin plastic cover on the scale. I tried measuring out 27 grams of coffee; turns out I measured about 6 times that. I’m filling the grinder and all I’m thinking is THIS IS GOING TO BE A TEN DOLLAR MOTHERFUCKING CUP OF COFFEE FUCK THIS. Tried to get some of the beans out and didn’t realize there were holes in the been reservoir because I’m an idiot and beans spilled everywhere.

When I finally did get the cup made I added it to my single serving blender, grass-fed butter, cacao butter, MCT oil, collagen and cinnamon. Ended up being too much and when I started the blender liquid went everywhere and what was left was no longer all that hot.

My single cup off coffee this morning took 45 minutes and I barely made it to work before 8.

Day 16

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 210 lbs (WHHHEEEE!!!!)
Waist: 36″, but probably not.
Breakfast: Cup of coffee with a bunch of shit in it.
Lunch: Chipotle
Snacks: None
Dinner: Chicken and eggs
Workout: 3 miles
Alcohol: Nope.
In bed by: 11:00 pm, likely
Asleep by: 11:30 pm

The Good: My energy level when I get home is insane and I’m getting a lot done in the evenings. On the other hand it hasn’t been an easy adjustment when it’s time to sleep. I still have that mentality where if I’m not up late I’m wasting hours. When I finally put on the sweats and hit the couch it’s already 9 and I’m wondering where in the hell the day went. I just now finally sat down to watch the Badger game at 9:30 and it feels like I should be going to bed because I’m instantly wiped.

The Meh: What in the hell is going on in Madison. Pay your fucking coaches.

The Bad: I’m still going through a thing and it’s getting worse by the day.

Day 15

**I’m working on getting healthy and developing better habits in life. This is my public effort to do so. The why is here.**

Weight: 213 lbs
Waist: 36″, but probably not.
Breakfast: None
Lunch: Pork loin, eggs
Snacks: None
Dinner: Spinach salad with chicken and olive oil
Workout: 3 miles
Alcohol: Nope.
In bed by: 11:00 pm, likely
Asleep by: 11:30 am

The Good: This last weekend I trashed the spices in my pantry because I wanted to make a new rack and figured it’d be a good time to re-stock. I bought 40 spices I figured I’d be using and I found some tins online. They’re huge. Four ounces. So I thought I’d get a board, glue some magnets, drill a few holes in it and use a door hanger inside my pantry to keep it up.

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But now I kinda wanna make this thing nice. Or, you know, more me. So I’m gonna print some labels.

And every one is gonna contain the word “motherfucker”.

Cumin Motherfucker!
Curry Motherfucker!
Star Anise Motherfucker!

In the center or top I’m gonna stencil and paint SPICES MOTHERFUCKER!

That whole thing where I’m trying to be a more mature person is a work in progress.

Okay with that.

The Meh: Eh.

The Bad: I’m going through a thing. I’m feeling better physically and mentally than I have in a long time. Little fatigue but I don’t mind. It’s a good fatigue. I haven’t wanted a drink a week. But I’m learning that eating well and exercising and not drinking and keeping busy doesn’t necessarily keep you immune from depression when it wants to set in.

It’s not terrible or even what I’d consider bad, yet, but it’s trending down gradually. Riding out this shit, whether it’s seasonal or not, fucking sucks