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    • You make a very convincing argument there. I find myself... oddly persuaded...
      Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

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      • Damnit. I cooked myself up some grass-fed ground beef and a bunch of buttery Brussels sprouts for lunch, and then left them sitting on the table.

        Maybe I'll just extend my fast until I get home tonight.

        At least Mate is home to put them in the fridge for me.
        Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

        My Primal Journal

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        • Double damnit. I thought I was saved--coworker was going to In-n-Out and asked if I wanted anything.

          "Yeah, two Double-Doubles, plain, protein style, thanks!" She even wrote it down, so I figured there would be no problem with this rather straightforward order.

          Apparently that was an unfounded assumption. Said burgers returned not at all plain, but rather slathered in the evilest combination of ketchup, mustard and mayo. How could anyone choke down such a vile soup of awful, metallic-tasting, franken-oil-filled and just plain nasty fluids all over my beautiful beef, cheese and lettuce? It might as well be crocodile semen, or platypus spur venom, or the liquid flatulence of a diseased bovine. I can hardly even smell it without gagging. I hate mayonnaise and mustard that much, and this isn't even good mayo or mustard. It's the crap-in-a-bottle fast food kind.

          I tried a bite as an experiment, and it actually, inexplicably, made my tongue and the roof of my mouth go numb. I'm not exaggerating. I'm just now regaining feeling.

          The extended fast continues...
          Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

          My Primal Journal

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          • Originally posted by uncephalized View Post
            how could anyone choke down such a vile soup of awful, metallic-tasting, franken-oil-filled and just plain nasty fluids all over my beautiful beef, cheese and lettuce? It might as well be crocodile semen, or platypus spur venom, or the liquid flatulence of a diseased bovine. I can hardly even smell it without gagging. I hate mayonnaise and mustard that much, and this isn't even good mayo or mustard.
            gross.
            JOIN THE PANDA SHOW!!! Primal With A Side Of FABULOUS and PANDALOONERY!

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            • Originally posted by Gay Panda View Post
              gross.
              I quite agree, GP, and that is why the odious pile of inedible excretion is sitting, un-nibbled and taunting me, on my work table, when it should by rights be filling me with delicious beefy life-force.

              I DEMAND SATISFACTION!

              And when I get home, I will have some. Until then, I suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous hunger.
              Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

              My Primal Journal

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              • Originally posted by Uncephalized View Post
                I quite agree, GP, and that is why the odious pile of inedible excretion is sitting, un-nibbled and taunting me, on my work table, when it should by rights be filling me with delicious beefy life-force.

                I DEMAND SATISFACTION!

                And when I get home, I will have some. Until then, I suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous hunger.
                FAIL. I'm actually feeling twinges of guilt for having my lunch when you do not have yours. Isn't your work day over yet?
                JOIN THE PANDA SHOW!!! Primal With A Side Of FABULOUS and PANDALOONERY!

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                • It's 2:48PM in Arizona right now. So no.

                  But I did break down and go get Chipotle. So my rage has lessened considerably.
                  Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

                  My Primal Journal

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                  • Hooray! My freezer is once again full of grass-fed beef!

                    Also, since today is Saturday and I am not required to run my rat maze in order to earn my weekly pellets, the Mate and the Dog and I went for a lovely walk, followed by some lounging around and reading. We went shopping for some new jeans for me, followed by some shovelglove (I got her a 6-lb hammer and she is enjoying it, too), followed by a walk around the block with our hammers, which are yet to be named.

                    We made some ground beef and sweet potatoes for lunch, then I picked up 40 lbs of beef from the butcher, and we've been enjoying our afternoon at home.

                    And if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go for another walk. Cuz I wanna go outside.
                    Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

                    My Primal Journal

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                    • I have been very bad. Not only have I been away from my journal, I have also been away from my diet far too often the past few weeks. So let's recap.

                      It all started when I had to go to WA for a week for work. We were put up in a pretty sweet resort hotel in the Columbia gorge, and meals in the hotel restaurant were on the company. So everyone there was eating huge awesome meals every day washed down with generous amounts of booze. For my part, I exercised little to no self-control and partook of copious portions of sourdough toast, hamburger buns, and french fries which I am sure were cooked in some horrifying franken-oil designed specifically by Monsanto for my artery-inflammatory and neuro-degenerative pleasure. Also, creme brulee. Also, beer. Also, wine. Also, ice cream. Basically, I stuffed my face like a half-starved pregnant sow.

                      Needless to say, by the end of the week I was feeling less than 100% on top of my game. I did manage to work out a couple of times in my room doing walking pushups, chair dips, and tuck jumps. No chinup bar was to be found. I also did a fair amount of walking both in the vicinity of the lodge and down to the little town down the street a mile or so.

                      Then the Mate flew up to meet me in Portland for the weekend, where we commenced to ignore any and all dietary restrictions for three more days. I did get a sweet Merino wool coat at the Icebreaker store downtown, though.

                      By Monday, when I returned to work, I was exhausted from a week of travel and staying up past my bedtime, as well as bloated and queasy from a week of wheat, sugar, and alcohol. This seems to have significantly impaired my willpower when faced with an onslaught of holiday-time sugar-coated poison pills brought in by my coworkers in a concerted attempt to finish me off.

                      But I have not perished! After restoring my 10:00 bed time over the past few days, and eating as much grass-fed beef and sweet potato as my body can hold, I have de-bloated. I have rediscovered the joy of my sledgehammer and worked myself hard with it 3 times in the past week. As though to show solidarity to my newly-redoubled willpower, the holiday workplace treat de jour was a homemade egg casserole whose ingredients were egg, cheese, sausage, spices, which was both delicious and guilt-free.

                      Daily 16/8 fasting seems to be keeping any weight gain in check. Mostly I damaged my GI tract a little, but that is healing as I cut out the cookies, etc. The rest of this week I plan to eat fairly low-carb (<100g) and mostly good meats and veggies with perhaps some yogurt and berries for variety, and get a couple more sledgehammer workouts in before Christmas. Lots of walking and general activity should ensue.
                      Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

                      My Primal Journal

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                      • Uncephalized, great to see you survived! This time of year with its short days, cold weather, and boring indoor activities makes it harder than ever to resist hyperpalatable food substitutes. My willpower muscle is exhausted too.

                        Hotels in particular seem designed to destroy the human body. Did yours not have a gym? Or was the gym just so pathetic that bodyweight exercises in the room were preferable?

                        In any case, tomorrow is winter solstice so perhaps we're through the worst of it. Have fun building momentum into 2012!

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                        • I think it did have one but I never got around to checking. I was working out during our lunch break and working out in the room was quick and easy.

                          I am SO glad tomorrow is the shortest day of the year, and that from here on out the days will get longer until June. Unfortunately we're still at the bottom of that particular sinusoidal curve for a while and the time of 6:00am sunrise is still far away. But I know it will come! I am sick and tired of waking up at 7:45 every day. I refuse to get up in the dark, but I want to GET SHIT DONE.
                          Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

                          My Primal Journal

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                          • So yesterday: woke up around daybreak. Had some coffee. Read a magazine. Got in my dinosaur-burning wheelbox and arrived at my zombie-lit wagebox. Had some In-n-Out for lunch. Did some other stuff. Got back in my wheelbox and went back to my sleeping box. Walked the Dog with the Mate, made some steak, rice, carrots and broccoli, went to bed.

                            Why do I spend my whole day in boxes?

                            Today, I am going hungry by choice. I'm not eating until I get home. This is not leading to me being more interested in standing at my word-and-picture-box and staring into its virtual depths all day. It makes me want to go out and move, or at least do something with my hands. But my coworker is now on his third day of not assembling for me the parts I need to do the fun, absorbing part of my job. He is a nice guy, but this makes me want to scream.

                            I will not scream.

                            I also will not do anything of value until this situation has changed. I simply cannot do virtual work right now. I would happily work with my hands all day long. But forcing myself into the drudgery of manipulating onscreen images and equations at the moment would cause irreparable brain damage, I am convinced.

                            Maybe I'll work on my book for a little while. I seem to be able to write at the moment without wanting to put an icepick through my own eye.

                            Did I mention I'm writing a fantasy novel?
                            Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

                            My Primal Journal

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                            • Originally posted by Uncephalized View Post
                              Did I mention I'm writing a fantasy novel?
                              Fantastic! That is a worthy alternative to irreparable brain damage. It will be a great read.

                              As for wanting to move while strapped to the box, I know the feeling. The best I can do is tap my legs up and down for turbo calf raises. Keeps the body humming and the mind from total catatonia.

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                              • Originally posted by Timothy View Post
                                Fantastic! That is a worthy alternative to irreparable brain damage. It will be a great read.
                                That right there just earned you an advance preview, in a decade or so when I actually have it finished.
                                Today I will: Eat food, not poison. Plan for success, not settle for failure. Live my real life, not a virtual one. Move and grow, not sit and die.

                                My Primal Journal

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