Its Just Another Manic Monday

I changed something this week. I changed the way I eat. Four days, anyway. I had a discussion with a good friend Sunday Night about the only diet plan I've successfully stuck to for the last, oh, fifteen years. It's called the "I'm Starting Monday" plan. You stick to it six days a week, Monday being the exception. On this plan Monday is a day of great frustration. Most of it you spend beating the full hell out of yourself for your lack of willpower, discipline, and general ability to do anything right. You also make bold statements and promises to yourself about how this is it, the last week. It concludes late Monday evening by determining since the upcoming Monday you will be in total misery, you might as well go out in style: Mexican, cookies, McDonalds, etc.

This past Monday I did something different. I started. I got up and had a healthy breakfast. Not to hard, I like cereal, and actually like alot of healthy cereals. Went to work, got thirsty, went to the Coke machine, first real confrontation: hear the sounds of metal ringing as swords are drawn...see the menacing Coke machine grow in size as I appear to shrink, the lightning fast sword strokes from the "Coke" button, but, no, I still stand, more lightning fast strokes from the "Sprite" button, not as good as Coke but plenty of sugar, but wait...I still stand, then the music builds, and from the ground where I have been beat down, the thrust of my sword...I push the Dasani water button...the Coke machine slinks away like Shelob the Spider, wounded but not finished...I sip victoriously. Momentum is building, I'm getting better with my sword. I've defeated hamburgers this week, everyday at lunch. To hear that correctly is to know that I have on a regular basis had burgers easily six to eight times a week. Maybe I should say that so far this week I've survived hamburgers, victory is many battles away. If you've read a past post of mine, you know the size of the battle I face. If you've seen me, you know the size of the belly I face. If you've seen my knees and feet...could you describe them for me? Been awhile. Sorry I digress. I need to lose pretty much slightly less than an average size man. That seems more than I can handle. It is. Still, I started Monday.

Okay, yes, I quoted the Bangles in my title. Yes, I liked them in high school. No, it wasn't because of their music. Yes, I've seen the error of my ways. Now say goodbye...
"Goodbye, poet".