Wacky Wednesday....that I am now calling Watch Wednesday because most all I do on these days is check in.
Week 11!
Stats:
Running Mileage: 176.46/1,000
Push-ups: 1,085/10,000
Sit-ups: 950/10,000
Pages Read: 2,596/10,000
Books Completed: 7/25
Words Written: 17,956/100,000
Fasts (Days without)
Internet: 19/100
TV: 34/100
Gaming: 72/100
Meat: 22/100
Junk: 15/100
Booze: 14/100
Finally hit my benchmark for where I should be for Meat. Still holding strong for TV, Gaming and Pages Read. Words Written got a boost with the new format and I expect to hit my average goal by the 3 month mark. Running is gaining slowly, which is expected and thankfully healthy. Not sweating the push-ups and sit-ups because I've been adding them into my work-outs in big chunks. Booze is now trailing due to the move and all the lovely stress that needed relieving from it. Overall still happy, though could be a wake-up call once 3 months rolls over.
Week 11!
Stats:
Running Mileage: 176.46/1,000
Push-ups: 1,085/10,000
Sit-ups: 950/10,000
Pages Read: 2,596/10,000
Books Completed: 7/25
Words Written: 17,956/100,000
Fasts (Days without)
Internet: 19/100
TV: 34/100
Gaming: 72/100
Meat: 22/100
Junk: 15/100
Booze: 14/100
Finally hit my benchmark for where I should be for Meat. Still holding strong for TV, Gaming and Pages Read. Words Written got a boost with the new format and I expect to hit my average goal by the 3 month mark. Running is gaining slowly, which is expected and thankfully healthy. Not sweating the push-ups and sit-ups because I've been adding them into my work-outs in big chunks. Booze is now trailing due to the move and all the lovely stress that needed relieving from it. Overall still happy, though could be a wake-up call once 3 months rolls over.
Haiku of the Day:
The juices flowing
to the brainpan surge light green
Radioactive
to the brainpan surge light green
Radioactive
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "rathskeller" from MW word of the day. It's a basement tavern or restaurant.)
Today's "365" Project (Write about someone you see today: Make up a fake name and a story. It's basically my Someone Sunday but I'm not complaining!)
Lionel Quincy had only been back in America six hours and already he could feel the hunger creeping in. Get it together man, he thought to himself fervently while shifting his hand on the train handrail. The city didn't seem too much different as when he left it last winter and the familiarity had him on edge. Why couldn't he get it out of his head?
"Come on!" He hollered aloud in the crowed car. A few more people huddled away from him like penguins protecting their eggs from the cold. Damnit Lionel, don't let it get to you. He tried to refocus himself by rubbing his thumb in the crook of his forefinger, but it only proved a reminder of what he had to face.
"Baker's Crossing" came the voice on the train intercom.
Oh God only one more stop. Lionel took a few deep breaths that turned into shallow pants. He tried holding his breath, but it made him lightheaded.
And then he saw it through the grimy subway window. The pink and orange lettering. The line out the door. The heavy smell of coffee and bake goods.
Lionel broke into a cold sweat as the automated announcer spoke, "Cedar Road."
He never stood a chance. No amount of high class international rehab could quell Lionel's hard wired New England cravings. Before the doors even opened he knew that in under seven minutes he would have a sixty four ounce iced mocha with a dozen donut holes. Because America Runs baby. And there ain't nothing you can do about it.
Lionel Quincy had only been back in America six hours and already he could feel the hunger creeping in. Get it together man, he thought to himself fervently while shifting his hand on the train handrail. The city didn't seem too much different as when he left it last winter and the familiarity had him on edge. Why couldn't he get it out of his head?
"Come on!" He hollered aloud in the crowed car. A few more people huddled away from him like penguins protecting their eggs from the cold. Damnit Lionel, don't let it get to you. He tried to refocus himself by rubbing his thumb in the crook of his forefinger, but it only proved a reminder of what he had to face.
"Baker's Crossing" came the voice on the train intercom.
Oh God only one more stop. Lionel took a few deep breaths that turned into shallow pants. He tried holding his breath, but it made him lightheaded.
And then he saw it through the grimy subway window. The pink and orange lettering. The line out the door. The heavy smell of coffee and bake goods.
Lionel broke into a cold sweat as the automated announcer spoke, "Cedar Road."
He never stood a chance. No amount of high class international rehab could quell Lionel's hard wired New England cravings. Before the doors even opened he knew that in under seven minutes he would have a sixty four ounce iced mocha with a dozen donut holes. Because America Runs baby. And there ain't nothing you can do about it.
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