In the Neverending Struggle Between the Intellect and the Human Body's Biological and Pseudo-Biological Demands...

oh, I don't know how to finish that sentence.

Chow mein? Lo mein?

I have decided to be buff instead of just deep.

Just kidding.

But I am enjoying working out. Too much probably.

It's funny, the things I can do and the things I can't.

I don't mind the muscle aches after (which aren't that bad) or the occasional bruise when I walk into exercise equipment like a chump, ay.

The trick is to do it all while you're watching t.v. So my exercise bike is perfectly positioned and when I get into a program, I find I don't even realize I've been pedaling for an hour at a good rate (my bike gives me info on m.p.h., calories burnt, pulse, etc.).

I've even learned (intuitively) to do exercises in the morning in bed while I'm watching t.v. and trying to wake up. I do leg lifts and see how long I can hold them.

Of course, alcohol went the roadside.

My favorite vegetables are asparagus, peas, and a mix of squash and Vidalia onions I get. But I eat a lot of others. I'm lazy. I buy them canned. If I had to worry about fresh vegetables, I would become easily demoralized. They taste wonderful.

Why do I hate fruit so much, with a few exceptions like grapes?

I never realized beets have so little nutritional value. A bit of potassium, but if they do no damage they don't do much good either.

I gave in and had a little turkey last night. But it was calorically and fat-wise totally okay.

I just read what I eat and then go burn it off.

I am seeing a physical change in my body already, but I haven't weighed myself once. I have no desire to weigh myself. I don't like starting that "game."

I read everything that I eat.

I do have sweets like gum etc. for that sugar rush, empty calories which are guilty pleasures.

And since I had to give up the good chocolate, I ration myself York Peppermint patties which can be burned off.

I drink the zero milk. So what if it's blue instead of white.

I eat more meals now but they are much smaller.

Half a can of peas will start my metabolism well when I wake up.

And I even allow myself some sweet tea. Most diet teas suck.

It's just my portions are so much smaller. Most of us eat past the satiety point simply because we don't wait. It's an American "thang."

I drink aloe vera juice every day too.

I'm probably dying from all the horrible abuse I inflicted on my body in the past, but I feel fine and I'll continue and see what happens.

I can be very negative sometimes. My only mood altering substance is the herbal valerian. I find that really evens me out much better than any prescribed drug I've ever been on, and I don't get side effects. I've used it for years but not regularly.

My acid reflux has abated considerably and all but disappeared.

You will probably read my obituary several weeks after this post.

The demon of my usual excesses will surely not allow me this egregious departure from routine.

I am reading Houellebecq and Kovels'.

I like ice water again.

I feel like a maiden of purity.

I should wear white and walk around my yard when the moon's out.

But I feel manly when I do push ups.

At first it was hard to do twenty in a row.

I haven't done the clapping ones yet.

That's just obnoxious, isn't it?