4:30 am.
I shake off the cob webs from Tylenol PM.
Read morning papers, blog posts, skim social media.
Read another chapter of Christopher Beha’s “The Index of Self-Destructive Acts.”
Think about my index, and yesterday’s destructive acts. Guzzled two (or was it three?) bottles of Diet Snapple Peach Tea. Sugar Free. No preservatives. Turn the bottle to read the label. Aspartame, sodium, citric acid, potassium citrate, malic acid. Natural, my a**.
And then Nachos. Potato Chips. Three donuts. And, a large (large) number of Hershey’s Nuggets…like on a conveyor belt, I love Lucy and the Chocolate Factory. Oh, that milk chocolate sugar high.
C.S. Lewis said “Life (or Sugar), is as habit forming as cocaine. What then?” What then? What now?
I pause before weigh-in. Regret the Self-Destructive Acts. Inhale. Hope. I ease onto the scale, like tip-toeing is going to pare back a pound or two. A**holes believe that it will move down after yesterday’s performance. Disgusting. Disgusted.
I check the weather app. Think about how many layers I need. Should be one less with the extra layer of glazed donuts. Whale blubber is said to taste like arrowroot biscuits or Stop & Shop Cake donuts.
57° F, but breezy. No jacket. Tee-shirt. Long sleeved sweater. Camera gear. I walk by the island in the kitchen. 3 donuts left. Don’t you dare. Don’t even think about it. My mouth waters. My God, I have issues.
5:30 am.
I’m out the door.
152 consecutive days.
5 mile loop to Cove Island Park and back.
~10,000 steps…
600 calories…
Or approx 3 glazed donuts.
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