Day Eight - ??? lbs
Breakfast - Sausage Egg and Cheddar Cheese on an Onion Bagel
Lunch - None
Dinner - Two Onion Rings, Spinach & Artichoke Dip (w/ Tortilla Chips), Bacon Cheeseburger (w/ Mustard and Ketchup), French Fries (w/ Ketchup), some sort of weird cup with Baked Apple Slices and Whipped Cream
As I was writing yesterday's blog and complaining about malnourishment it occurred to me that it could be viewed as hypocritical because as anyone who glances at the little food journal I keep can see I am not exactly the poster child for good food decisions. I don't eat well right now and I have a long, ugly history with food. I think some of it is nature, some of it is nurture but frankly none of it matters. As I mentioned before I lost my father last year to kidney disease but I had watched his body turn against him in the last few years and slowly take away the things he loved to do. He loved to read so his eyes went, he loved his independence so his legs went, at the end it seemed like an awful race of maladies trying to do him harm. But the whole time he kept his sense of humor and tried to make my Mother and Sister as his primary caregivers laugh as often as possible. The reason I say this is because I know that is my path, and more over my father knew that it was my path and it broke his heart.
At the end of the day we just need to suck it up and do what needs to be done no matter how muddled our past is with genuine issues and a parades of excuses. A bucket full of excuses does nothing to stem the tide of diabetes nor does it allow you to run around outside with your children. I'm all done with excuses.
The way we choose to write on the Internet, the things we say, whether we take ownership over them are all increasingly important parts of our lives. Employers are now looking at our MySpace pages, the news media scrounges around in our online lives to find pictures, news, and gossip that they can use/exploit. I am big on accountability and I try very hard to not write anything that I haven't either researched or had personal experience with.
Those are my credentials.
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