Day 2: (I'm being sarcastic)

cardio: 20 mins exercise bikke, 15 mins yarrliptical
(read a Reformation history book that I brought by accident)
stretching: yes
pushups: twenty
crunches: thirty
breakfast: banana, apple, vitamins
lunch: feta-spinach-dill scramble
apartment clean?: pleasantly

I'm cutting myself some slack this week and only going to the gym on weekdays when I am not also visiting a doctor's office of some kind.

You will notice that I will also not go the gym tomorrow.

It has been such a LOVELY week.

Day 1: The Eye Sin on the Cake

cardio: 20 mins bikebike, 15 mins eclipsible
(read Jill Mann's article in the most recent Studies in the Age of Chaucer)
stretching: yes
pushups: twenty
crunches: forty
breakfast: pear, apple, vitamins
lunch: two eggs, bratwurst, leftover pasta
apartment clean?: respectably

Okay, time to hit reset and get back on the horse. I would have started last week (and did hit the gym one time last week) but I was too busy with my CORNEAL ABRASION. With the DISGUSTING WHITISH DOT THAT IS STILL VISIBLE ON MY IRIS. With the PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF MY SIN, OH GOD, UNCLEAN, UNCLEAN, apparently dry eyes and dry gas heat and contact lenses don't mix.

I finally got a new prescription for my glasses, but they still make me feel dizzy a bit. That said, they're very attractive and Euro.

There's much more to post here about where I've been for the past month (the Cadillac that was offered to me as a gift, then retracted; New York for the holidays; waiting at the edge of my seat about nearly every element of my life) but fuck it: clean slate, back to Day One, back on the health kick.

If anyone finds a used car (or new eyeball?) that is being sold at a reasonable rate, please contact me.

Day 15 (<21): Bad Bad Dobby

cardio: 10 mins rope, 15 mins wii
stretching: yes
pushups: twenty
crunches: thirty
breakfast: gouda, sourdough toast, apple, vitamins
lunch: two eggs, "home fries" (potatoes, onions, tempeh, zucchini)
apartment clean?: approachably

Haiku:

I'm a fat ass waste.
Even my video games
call me overweight.

Yes, that's right, I've crossed over into "Overweight" by Wii Fit standards.

But at the end of a very unfit week, I did send to my advisor a reasonable excuse for a second chapter draft-in-progress. Reasonable enough. I workshopped it with some colleagues on Friday and they liked it. So we'll see.

Suddenly there is all this creative writing to do in the meantime. Randy wants me to adapt Measure for Measure to modern political scandals, but still in verse. I'm writing the verse component to a storybook gift that my friends are putting together for our other friend. And Ara wants me to write the book for the Where the Wild Things Are children's musical adaptation at her new theater teaching job in Marin.

I'm glad I'm sort of becoming the go-to guy for playwriting among my friends. But now I'll have to deliver on something more than haiku.

Day 14 (<17): Bad Dobby

cardio: 20 mins extrabike, 15 mins ellipshicle
stretching: yes
pushups: twenty
crunches: thirty
breakfast: ahi tuna burger on sourdough toast, miso soup with tofu, vitamins
lunch: shrimp and cocktail sauce, sourdough toast, apple
apartment clean?: passably

Well, it has happened: I missed three days. I'm working towards a deadline and all, and... yeah, no excuses. Bad Dobby. Bad bad bad Dobby. Moment of truth: will I get back on the ball?

So, today should be Day 17. Which means I'm three days in the whole, so I must put in three extra days before I can consider myself caught up.

In other news, Ara convinced me to go for a week on no saturated fat. Literally none. I can't even cook in olive oil. I can eat pasta with tomato sauce, but I can't put parmesan cheese on it.

I think Socrates said that the unqueso life is not worth living. I wonder if hemlock has any saturated fat.