GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #169: HERE WE GO AGAIN . . .

Yep. It's time to quit my bad habits again. Fuck, man. This thing keeps spiraling out of control, and if I don't get a handle on this, I'm going to be fucked. So here we go again.


Day 1 has gone pretty well without fast food and Sprite (or any other sugary drink, excluding my morning Tang). I abstained from both, and I hope I can continue to do so. I'm also cutting back on the booze. Holy shit, that's starting to get out of hand, too. I'm back to drinking every day again, and that's got to stop. I'm cutting back to two or three nights a week. Then two. Maybe one. So yeah. You might get a few more GF's out of me in the coming time, provided that I'm behaving myself.


I got a lot of shit done today. I started writing a new book, and I got a brief workout in despite watching three hours of TV straight. And I'm writing this. Hey, not bad, right?


I just gotta make it to Saturday. That's when I go in for my A1C test. If I can keep it going until then, I should be OK. It would be nice to continue after that, but I'll take what I can get.


Plus I need more money in my wallet. Fast food, Sprite and booze are bleeding me dry. My pants are tighter, so I should probably do something about that instead of getting bigger clothes.


You know? Today went like clockwork. I planned it out, and I stuck to it. Let's see if I can do that tomorrow, too. And the next day. And the next.


Or I'm gonna look like an idiot yet again for talking about my great plans and then having them fall apart within days. Let's see how this goes . . . this time.

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #29: DAY ONE

Success! Day 1 worked out exactly as I thought it would. No cheating. No fast food. I had the energy drink like I thought I would, and I didn't desire more. (Plus, despite that can of Monster, my pm blood sugar reading came out at a pleasant 98, which probably shouldn't have happened. But it did. Indeed.)


But my work is far from done. Yes sir, I always start out strong. Day 1 is always a winner. Day 2? It could go either way. Day 3 will be the day I figure out if I'm going to fail this time. If I make it to Day 4--which is the day I'm allowing my bad habits to rear their ugly heads--that will be interesting.


One thing, though: I was planning on going out for a walk tonight. I guess that monstrous rainstorm fucked me on that, eh?


I promise to not write another GF as boring as this one. Not even I'm paying attention anymore, and I'm writing this fucking thing. It's just that I didn't have anything else to talk about this time, and I don't want to skip a day if I don't absolutely have to. This thing is more of a writing exercise than anything else, I suppose. Although if some of these posts bring relief from boredom to someone, then that's cool, too.


This one didn't do that, though. I can feel it in my balls.