Cracked!!

I feel like complete shit, right now. I suspect it's because of the shitty shitty meal I had tonight. Actually, I doubt you could legitimately call that concoction of ingredients, an actual meal. In theory, it makes sense. KFC sells something similar to it. Taste-wise, it's about the same, except for the shitty KFC chicken taste. That over-bearing mixture of mysterious herbs and spices that either taste great going down and like complete shit afterwards, OR if you're unlucky enough to get a snot-nosed punk-ass kid, with his britches down around his knees who does that job as a part-time gig, then the chicken just tastes like shit anyway. For the most part, KFC always tastes like shit. And the mixture of foods that I included in my creation tonight, wasn't much better.

The food I speak of is the mixture of mashed potato, with chicken bits, corn and gravy. Tonight I got a little more creative, adding a little garlic and some shredded cheese. Overall, it's still pretty shitty. Especially, when you consider the crap I used as the 'chicken' ingredient. It was a can of No Name chicken, but the questionable morsel that came out of the can, barely resembled anything from the meat portion of the dietary triangle.

In moderation, I suppose it'd be suffice for a quick meal, but I don't like leftovers. Mostly because leftovers tend to get pushed further and further to the back of my fridge, to the point where I lose sight of them and are forgotten shortly after. That is, until a stench becomes so strong, that when I lean in to grab the butter, something overpowers me, and drags me back to that forgotten land, in the rear of my fridge. There I am berated and beaten with a barrage of filth and calloused fists. Scary, indeed. So to counter-act this sullen practice, I instead opt to finish the entire quantity of food prepared. I know this is wrong, but my brain doesn't know any better.

It reminds me of this one time, I was at a friends house for a bonfire and barbecue. There was a lot of drinking being done, and I was partaking at the time. Near the end of the night, it was just about time to go. I still had a fair quantity of alcohol left, but didn't want to waste it by tossing it. But on the other hand, I didn't want to have it in my possession for the drive home. I opted to guzzle that shit down. "Two birds with one stone", so to speak. Boy did I pay the price for that one. Blacked-out!! No idea how I got home, nor do I recall anything else. I did hear stories though. From acquaintances and friends of my sister's. [I seem to have forgotten my point...]

Oh yeah! Gluttony... Gluttony? What the fu---?

Ah... Yes. I see by dictionary.com, that 'gluttony' is an accurate description.

Seriously though, I have to stop this shit. Stop with the excessive.... everything! I've hit my limit and have broke on through to the other side. I have to stop with a lot of the stupid ass shit that I do. Get my shitty life in order. On the straight and narrow. Say good-bye to the shit and strive to be better. How do I expect others to give two shit's about me, if I don't give myself any respect?

So this is the new me (I hope). Striving to be better. Get my life in check. Get organized. Get fit. Then everything will fall into line, I'm sure.

For a short time..., I considered becoming an alcoholic. My dad was an alcoholic. He drank for decades. And all the while that he drank, he maintained a slim appearance. He looked quite healthy considering how much he drank and how little he ate. Still... He was an extremely scary angry man when he drank, so there was the downside to the alcoholism... I don't get angry or dickish when I drink. Quite the opposite actually. I'm either goofy or down, but never an asshole. At least I don't think so... But aah! I should probably avoid that avenue too. Can't expect to attract a sexy somebody, when I'm drooling all over myself....

F*ck!!! Losing weight is f*cking hard!!!

Later folks!!!