What the f*** is up Diary?
It's Saturday. I got a chance to sleep in and I'm feeling good. Not sure why the alarm clock kept going off this morning. And again, I apologize for throwing you at it to shut off the snooze. But I've been working out and you should do something too. Yesterday I had the regular breakfast of fruit and yogurt. A mid morning cup of oatmeal. Then sushi for lunch. Little yellow tail, some tuna and some shrimp tempura rolls. It was great. And before your dumb a** comes back with "isn't tempura fried?" Let me stop you. F*** yeah it is! So was the little sample of fried tuna the chef hooked us up with. I initially declined, but partook in it after some slight cajoling by my peeps. No diary you're not one of my peeps. How many times do I have to tell you? You're my poop. And that's only because you're the s**t. After all, you are what you eat. And because of that, I am ... Well I was the s**t, but since I no longer put so much s**t into my body I am somewhat less s**tty. But not to you diary. I will continue to treat you like s**t because you of all poople deserve it. But back to my better eating habits. I can honestly say that I've eaten more fruit in the last three weeks than I ate in all 2010. And that's not an exaggeration. I was telling TLO that when this 30 days is up I plan on continuing to pass McDonald's by. Same for all of the other places that serve s**t. They suck. With the exception of Taco Bell and its bean burrito, which I love. I just don't have the desire to taste that other crap anymore. I don't have the patience to deal with the fat it adds to my body. I have more to get rid of as it is. So here I stand 26 days after I started this s**t, thinking about P Dummy's s**tty group Day 26. I was going to try to think of something witty to say involving their song titles but I don't know any of them. They suck. I don't. What I've done in 26 days was to lose a few pounds, 10.8 to be exact as of this morning. But more importantly I've learned a few things about myself and food. So this little experiment has been worth it so far. Gotta step it up, but not not like the Step It Up movies, cause they also suck a**. Maybe I need to Set It Off.
PS. Diary you suck too.
PSS. Big monster balls.
PSSS. I'd eat a hamburger from McDonald's for Halle Barry. She doesn't suck.
PSSST. Don't tell TLO.
PSSSS. I used to get in trouble by my mom for saying suck. Good thing she can't read my diary. She'd go f***ing nuts.
PSSSSS. That reminds me I still need some trail mix. F***!!!
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