I tried to do the NaBloPoMoFo challenge. I lasted until the 23rd. Aaaaand then I just forgot.
I brought work home last night, so I was on the flippin’ computer, working until I had bony fingers, all evening long. But it didn’t hit me until I was in bed, past 11 p.m., that I didn’t make a blog entry.
If my Mac had been in the bedroom, I would have scribbled something, anything, just to keep my streak going. But alas the Mac was in our family room, two flights of stairs away. So, fuck that. Not happening.
And maybe it’s for the best. Most of my entries this month have been pretty lame, just typing for the sake of getting something out there. And that’s not the kind of writer I am.
This blog is also supposed to be about my weight loss and food reconfigurations. I should be chronicling my attempt to cook my ass off. And on that front I have been a big old FAIL.
Let’s review my food choices since Sunday, shall we: Pancakes the size of LP album covers, slathered in butter and syrup. Various samples of chocolate chip cookies. A tiny bit of roast beef. A bowl of cereal. More cookies. A cupcake. A burger. A piece of cake. Another burger. Beer.
I will refer to this entry the next time I wonder why my big fat ass can’t get into my jeans and my two blood pressure numbers add up to a perfect bowling score.
So, what have I learned from this? Two things really. Doing things half-assed just for the sake of getting something done is not the point, and the end result usually sucks. And I need to eat something that isn’t made of meat and/or sugar at least ONCE in a while.
So maybe this little experiment hasn’t been a total fuck up, eh?







Shit, I didn't even bother this year. I could have done it, I just didn't. I give you credit for attempting it.