Forgot what I ate. Oops.

Most days I try and remember what I eat. Not to make sure I eat too much, but to make sure I eat enough to maintain my weight. I'm usually good through about noon.

Eventually, I randomly eat something that looks good. I forget about it for a while, until I cannot remember how many calories it was. Then, as it goes, I get nervous about over eating and eat very little for the rest of the day.

I need to keep writing material and paper more available.
Or, maybe, as my psychologist recommends, I could just eat whenever it's time to eat. Regardless of whether I am hungry or not.

Perhaps...

Another reason to live in Scandanavia

The Norwegians have been long envied for their ethical commercialism. Really, I have nothing left to say. This is just an amazing idea. I would love to live in Norway, Sweden, Finland or anywhere I can see the benefit of taxes. For me, taxes are OK as long as I believe or see they are used for something beneficial -- not war. But I'm drifting.

This Norwegian law is great because it keeps ads honest. Something that shouldn't require a law. Unfortunately, I wish this was part of U.S. policy.

Mumbai

Hehehe, it sounds like a hop-hop dance. But then I thought, "Why would terrorists attack a hip-hop dance?" They didn't. So, If you haven't heard, Mumbai is a large city in India. It's on the southwest coast. Several hotels and religious center were seised by terrorists Wed. afternoon CDT.

The Indian Navy was actived. Their form of the national guard was activated. And many countries around the world with bases or ships close to the port city pledged support.

So why was it done? I don't know. How does it effect me? Because I am for whom the bells tolls.
We are citizens of humanity. When I see numbers that say 13 Americans dead, 10 Isrealis injured, 78 Indians captured, I think, "They are from my wordly family." I did not know those arbitrary Americans more than I did the Isrealis.

But for all intents and purposses, be sure to focus the majority of media grief on the closest geographical group of suffering. Oddly, something about that seems to make sense.

My Irreplacable Companion

Yes, the turkey was good.

There was a lot of anticipation leading up to the meal. I struggled the urge to workout too much. I struggled to not restrict the days leading up to the big meal. And I talked with my fiancee about what was going to be served (her mother was cooking).

I had a lot to cope with on Nov. 27. Thankfully, I was with a gracious family who loved me.

This is the first holiday season I've experienced post-treatment. I learned the importance of a companion. Someone who was with me every meal, every difficult moment. Her persence was invaluable, irreplaceable.

We would process as a coping skill before and after meals. Even during dessert I was a little less anxious just because someone was around who knew what I was feeling.

If you had a tough time over Thanksgiving, I would recommend telling a friend or companion how meals and eating make you feel, just to get it out there. At the very least you care share sympathetic glances from across the table.

Thanksgiving

Today is the first Thanksgiving without my father. He passed away January 17. But as my fiancee said, "Our families got a little smaller, but they also got larger," (referring to the passing of our loved ones and our recent engagement).

Tough as the holidays may be this year, I am thankful for family and love.

Winter, holiday moments are a perfect setting for looking through time. As if things around me stand still long enough to see how far my envoronment has moved. Relationships end and begin. One year can be a long time. Some things should only happen once a year. Maybe fortunately, one only has control over how they react to external forces.

Next stop, Christmas!

Ahh. Yes.

Soup is always good. It's mostly good, and it's filling.
Filling without many calories means I can eat a lot of delicious soup. Or, I may have a delicious side with my soup. Or, soup can be the side.

Soup is so versatile. I may have some now.

MMMmmmmm.

Athletic sex is the best

OK, this is what I've been waiting for. proof that physically driven individuals do it better.

Also, Divine Caroline is an amazing site. Bookmark it. Use it. You're welcome.

Exercise tomorrow?

Most of the time I am too lazy to exercise. I've been riding bike to and from work though (my therapists sat it's OK), so I think I can run a bit tomorrow.

My Psych and I have come to the conclusion that just because some enjoy running does not mean I must. In fact, I do not run for fun. I bike for fun. I lift weights for fun. But, damnit, I do not run.

Exercise concerns me, I love it because it releases endorphines, which has the same effect as 5oz. of dark chocolate. But it's a trigger that sets me up to exercise too much. Where do I find the peace. The point that I love the physiological benefits of exercise, but don't become obsessed with the weight loss attribution.

Where is the line?!

OK. Now it's getting kinda chilly.

I just got over a cold. So, I wasn't biking for a couple days. But, now that I have defeated the cold! muahahahaha! I am biking again, and have realized that it's kinda chilly. Gosh darnit, the days are so shiny and bright with sun though, what is one to do.

Yep, I'm going to ride until there is snow on the ground. Then, I may or may not get studded bike tires and continue riding.

A change of view

I thought this was a good example of what the majority would feel like.
It really puts things in perspective.

I've threatened for months to call my fiancée my partner if she will not set a date. However, perspectives can change.

After thinking about the so called "experiment" it sank in. It seems odd that the government would deny to recognize the individual rights of citizens.

God gives us freedom. Not the government.

YAY! Everyone has a new black friend.

Only moments after Barack Obama became President elect I received several text messages to my phone from friends whom I thought were socially conscious. When, in fact, they were just excited to have a communal black friend.
OK, so you voted for him. That doesn't mean you can make black jokes. You know what, racist jokes are not cool. We, as a country, have worked decades to overcome civil rights oppression. And now, we have overcome it. hooray to us, sure. But it's all in vain if we continue proliferate the mindset that separates us from them.

C'mon! We've finally become a legitimate body in the international community! This is huge, seriously, the last time countries respected us was before Reagan sometime. You better not blow this U.S., please U.S. don't mess this up by making Obama into some self-righteous better than though hooray-U.S.-won't-bomb-the-democracy-into-you cliche.

No jokes, please.

I am not the first to say this.

Obama will do more for this country than any president in over a half decade.

A political shift has come to america.
Get ready for the new new deal.

We call them hermies

I now own hermit crabs. Two of them. Xavier is the large one and Echo is the small one, though both are relatively small. My girlfriend and I have decided to make them hippie crabs. They have a hammock hanging from palm trees, a little cute crab pool and some beach balls to conserve moisture.

Apparently, a large majority of people think hermit crabs are just little disposable, expendable creatures. Not true. My hermies have character. They like attention. They sleep close to each other. And they after I take them out of their cage for play time I give them a vanilla cookie and then they are all like, nom nom nom nom nom.

I will never again come home to an empty apartment. Sometimes I just can't wait to see what they've been up to all day. At this time in my life, I could not ask for better best buds than Xavier and Echo.