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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Day 79 February 28th (rest of the day)

            The rest of my day, as predicted, sucked…a lot…so the questions are did I make that happen or was it going to happen anyway?  I’m going with it was going to happen anyway, but you’re welcome to your opinions.  I went to the track again tonight and walked my 21 minute mile and my 21 additional minute “cool down” lap (shut up, Jim).  This time there were less hooligans loitering and more overweight women with children on bicycles (the children were on the bicycles, not the overweight women) riding in front of where I was supposed to be walking, but whatever.  I was so tired and sore after this walk I don’t know if I’m going to make it to the track tomorrow.  I could barely walk for the rest of the evening.   My back hurts and other places that I didn’t even know that I had muscles.
            Forget what I said about not going tomorrow, I have to go.  I have to go 21 days in a row or I will quit.  Why 21 days? Because some chick on Oprah one time said that 21 times is what it takes to make something a habit and my wife says it to me all of the time.  I don’t know if 21 days/times means anything at all.  It may just be some arbitrary number this lady pulled out of a unicorn’s butt just to sell a book and be on Oprah (hey, I’m not judging, if I had a unicorn’s butt I would be all over that).

Eric Anderson

P.S. If anyone out there has a spare unicorn let me know.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Day 78-79 February 27th-28th (early morning)

            On my way to work this morning (I had to drive because my wife is having surgery [not real surgery, she’s just getting her tubes tied]) I was unintentionally listening to the local (Dallas/fort worth) Christian music station (the wife listens to it in the car because when she’s listening to the edge and NIN comes on, even though she really wants to rock out like it’s 1996, she changes it because the kids are in the car and they don’t need to hear that) and is this the best that Christian music has to offer us? Really? It’s very…how do you say…bad horrible awful poppy (is that the correct spelling of the word that I intended to use?).  It’s just a thought I had on the way to this place.
            I finally made it to the track last night (the 27th) and walked around that thing 5 times (four as fast as I could at a pathetic 21 minutes and one as slow as humanly possible without falling down because I felt like I was dying and that last lap might have also taken 21 minutes but I don’t know because I stopped timing).  I hate the track, it is evil, it is there just to taunt and laugh at me along with the 15 or so children (15-17 years old at best) that were loitering around in the field and stands area (I couldn’t actually hear what they were doing because I had headphones in but I’m sure it wasn’t good).  My new shoes did not help me as much as I thought they would and I think they might have even hurt me a little bit.  It seemed like it was hard for me to balance and land every step in the appropriate position and it felt like it was putting undo strain on my ankles. I don’t know. Hopefully I’ll be able to make myself do this more often, but I feel like there will be plenty of good excuses not to in the near future.
            I wasn’t super hungry today; I forced myself to eat raw broccoli, tomatoes, and celery even though I have grown to hate those things.  I did eat crackers last night but that was only because I went to the track and a promise is a promise.  I feel pretty tired this morning and also annoyed, let’s see how this day goes.

Eric Anderson

P.S. I didn’t take my blood pressure medicine last night because I ran out and I didn’t get any more for reasons beyond my control and I’m pretty sure that the universe is conspiring to kill me this morning.  Every single little thing that can go wrong is going wrong and I can tell that today is going to suck…so so so much.

P.P.S. I know that there are better Christian bands than the contemporary crap they play on that station so please don’t get mad.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Day 75-77 February 24th–26th

            Okay, so I’m a bad blogger and I’m a bad goal keeper (a person who keeps their self-imposed or even externally imposed goals not a sports reference [if it could be construed as such]).  Of the four goals I kind of kept the one about blogging at least every other day, except I didn’t blog every other day I just did 3 in a row and stopped (can I get half of a point for that much?).  I didn’t read any chapters (or pages for that matter) of the book I had planned to read.  I didn’t go to the track twice (or once).  I did write two crappy fiction paragraphs, but then I got a headache and stopped.  I thought for sure this would work for me.  I guess I could double the goals this week, but then I wouldn’t do them again and then next week I’d double them again and I’d get overwhelmed and crawl into a hole and cry (what? You don’t have a crying hole? Freak).
            The last few days of this diet have been pretty ordinary and not too difficult (which is why I’m absolutely sure I’m doing it wrong).  I haven’t lost any weight at all (I did weigh myself), but I am still losing inches (more like centimeters [millimeters]) so that’s something (no it isn’t…I need to see that number drop).  Before you remind me that if I were to go the freaking track I would possibly succeed in a more timely manner let me remind you that I know that, but I am dumb.  I should give myself rewards for going to the track.  No more crackers (carbs) until I walk for at least 30 minutes.  I wonder if I’ll be able to stick to that (no I don’t, I know).  Well that wraps of the physical part of this blog.
            Now for the mental (over) analyzation.  I need to read something or play more mind stimulating games or get a pen pal (is that even a thing?).  I don’t want to cut out TV completely or video games or podcasts, but maybe limiting it to a certain amount of time per day would be okay.  I would read during lunch but there is usually like 50 interruptions on my lunch break (everyone I work with is rude and inconsiderate…including me, I’m sure)

Eric Anderson

P.S. I’ve decided to quit telling you what I ate all of the time because it doesn’t ever change.  If there is a major change in the way the diet works I’ll let you know.

P.P.S. Someone just walked into my office eating pretzels and talking to me with their pretzel breathe fumes spraying all over my face (Someone who knows damn well that I haven’t had bread in 77 days) and just popping pretzels in their mouth and crunching and talking and breathing and repeating that whole process over and over and over.  Would it be a sin to punch this person in the face? Even it was a woman? Even if she was like 80 years old?

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Day 74 February 23rd

Dear Pen Pal,
            My name is Eric and I have a plethora of non-problems I would like to discuss with you today.  First, I’m extremely overweight which means that I have access to quite a large food supply (also, known as the good ol’ USofA [double cheeseburgers are only a dollar…almost everywhere]).  Second, I hate my job which means that I have a job unlike many many other people.  Third, I have an overall feeling of discontent which means I’m still breathing unlike most people (to paraphrase Louis CK).  Fourth, my laptop has been at fry’s for like 3 weeks now (what are they doing to it?).  Fifth, never mind this was a bad idea…

Eric Anderson

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Day 73 February 22nd

            Well I woke up about 47 times last night and most of those times were between an hour before my alarm was set and the time when my alarm was set for.  I had a tremendous amount of focus (enough to write two different blog posts) but not a lot of energy (they were quite short blog posts).  I worked my newly scheduled 10 hour days (down from 12, which is good and bad but ultimately doesn’t matter because I’m going to be working for free when I get those inane phone calls from unmentioned persons I’m obligated to talk to…again for free).  I didn’t read anything except for a super interesting (and short) article about ancient sleep patterns (Here: ).  I didn’t write any more fiction, I didn’t go to the track but I did post on this blog so 1 out of 4 is not so…great, but whatever.
            I wonder what is troubling my sleep pattern and I really wonder how people used to wake up after four hours every night without alarm clocks (read the article).  Today was not that bad as far as hunger goes, and as I mentioned earlier I wasn’t as drained as I was yesterday (something else I should look into). 
I’ve noticed recently (this year) about myself that having a mentally stimulating conversation with another person, no matter how short that conversation is it seems to give me more energy and make me at least feel like I could be more productive if I actually used this renewed focus and energy.  At first I thought that it was just because I was talking to my brother (although all of this talking took place through text message, it still counts) and I just missed him (I do miss him and every time we talk I’m inspired to change my life for the better), but then I had a conversation with a different person and it made me want to write more than I usually want to.  These conversations have to be about something that I’m interested in or it won’t work (I don’t think anyway).  Over the years of working mostly with people who don’t speak the same language as me (the ones that do only want to talk about things that don’t interest me at all) I’ve forgotten how important conversation is to me.  So now I have to find a person who I can correspond with (no time for face to face or telephones) who is not annoyed by me and wants to talk about the same things.  Maybe there’s an app for that.

Eric Anderson

P.S. Here’s what I ate on Day 73:
Breakfast and Lunch and snack: the same
Dinner: spaghetti squash spaghetti (sounds weird but it is what it is)

P.P.S. I was always funnier when I had friends and/or English speaking coworkers that were raised in the same decade as me (at least they seemed to think so)

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Day 72 February 21st

            Yesterday Today was a weird day.  I woke up with foggy brain after not sleeping very well at all although I’m not sure that was the cause of the foggy brain.  This has been ongoing for over a year so I decided to Google the words foggy and brain and I learned that in means that may brain is inflamed and this could be caused by a whole plethora of different maladies (from stress to tumors).  I’m pretty sure I have them all.  All I know is that I sat down to start one of my goals (writing something…anything) and I wrote two paragraphs that I have entitled “Ordinary Boringness That Was Vomited From Eric’s Foggy Brain”.  After those two short paragraphs I had a giant headache and couldn’t remember why I ever thought that I could be a writer.
            As far as the goal of walking goes, I still have 5 days to go so get off my back world.  I was pretty hungry yesterday today for no apparent reason, it’s not like I did anything.  So, I ate a bunch of seeds and kefir with “mary’s gone crackers” (they are gluten free, but I’m not supposed to eat that many of them on account of all of the carbs) I didn’t read anything today but did manage to play video games for an hour and then watch a couple hours of TV, so that’s progress, right?
This haze that has overtaken my brain is really getting to me, I think I have early onset Alzheimer’s (I think I’ve said that before, that’s probably a symptom), my short term memory has gone to complete crap, but my long term memory is still quite awesome.  My ability to speak properly and remember words is diminishing at an alarming rate. 
I crashed on the couch in the middle of watching TV (don’t tell my wife, I don’t think she noticed).  Why am I so tired?  I don’t know it yet but I couldn’t sleep very well tonight either.

Eric Anderson

P.S. Here’s what I ate on day 72:
Breakfast: Quinoa, Egg, Mozz Cheese, Broccoli, Tomato and EVOO Casserole (A.K.A. Quinoamelet)
Lunch: Millet Bread (I’m almost out of that crap and I will never go back, it’s awful) w/ kefir cheese spread, chicken and tomatoes.  Plain Yogurt w/ stevia and cinnamon (favorite part of my day). Raw almonds and pecans, mozz cheese stick, blueberries and raspberries
Dinner: baked stuffed chicken w/ feta cheese, peppers, butter and broccoli w/ garlic olive oil
Snack: the aforementioned kefir with pumpkin and sunflower seeds (raw) and crackers
Pills: way way way too many

P.P.S. I ate too much today

P.P.P.S. Deep within the fogginess there is something witty that should be written here but I can’t seem to see it right now. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Day 65-71 February 14th-20th

            Okay, I guess I should apologize…again to the 3 people that read this thing (sorry Charlotte, Valerie and what’s-her-name [you know who you are…or maybe not, I don’t know]) for not ever updating it anymore.  I don’t know why I haven’t done it.  I have not reasonable explanation as I had more energy and felt better than usual all last week (which isn’t to say that I’m at 100% [I still think there’s something pretty bad wrong with me, but I can’t prove it so every night I cross my fingers and hope I wake up in the morning {nights are the worst}]).  What would happen is that I would miss the first day and then I would think about writing but I would say that I have to write the day before and then it all piles up.  I’m not going to go day by day on this thing because mostly they all run together.  Let’s go in sections instead.

            I’ve been having weirder and weirder dreams lately, mostly I can’t remember them other than a feeling that something weird happened (no, I’m not going to start a dream journal).  There are two that stand out as being particularly weird or at the very least traumatic.  The first falls into that latter category.  I dreamt that I woke up and my iPhone had deep grooves carved into it and I had no idea how it had happened, then I remembered that I went out drinking the night before (something I’ve never done [I drink alone…in shame {except for this one awkward thanksgiving at my mother’s house…you don’t want to know}]) and I guess me and the group I was with thought it would be fun to carve into our phones.  That dream was stupid, but it scared the crap out of me.  The second is weirder.
            I don’t know why but in my dream I was in charge or responsible for something within my family (my parent’s family) because I was the first born and it was my “birthright” (I don’t even know what that means).  My mom took this responsibility away from me because I had lost “favor” with God or something to that affect.  I don’t know what this responsibility was but she effectively disowned me.  I was quite upset about this and told her that she couldn’t see the kids anymore and my wife looked at me like she thought I was overreacting.  My mom didn’t seem to care that she couldn’t see the kids anymore because she felt like she was doing what God wanted her to do so there’s no way she could be wrong about this decision no matter what the consequences.  Then we left and I woke up.  It was quite disconcerting.  I don’t know if it’s the diet or what but I’ve never remembered so many dreams in my life.

            I went all week last week without eating any extra carbs.  I ate a bunch of nuts and seeds and whatnot (you know, good fats), but I don’t feel like I’ve lost a single pound.  I haven’t weighed myself, but I just have a feeling like I haven’t lost anything.  I bought some new shoes so now I don’t have an excuse not to go to the track.  I’m growing a little tired with all of the pills I take every day (cleansing is hard), not to mention some of the foods I’ve been eating every day.

Here’s a list of my goals this week, hopefully setting a deadline will motivate me to do something:
Go to the track at least twice before next Monday (the 27th)
Update this blog every day or at least every other day (I’m already bargaining)
Write something fiction (anything…at all…doesn’t matter how long it is…anything)
Read 5 chapters of a book…any book…just do it…that’s a really low number of chapters…come on

            Well, that’s the end of this update

Eric Anderson

P.S. Here’s what I ate all of those days that I didn’t talk to you:
Same things every day that I always eat, plus we ate some more fish and it wasn’t awful (I don’t get me)

P.P.S.  Happy Valentine’s and/or President’s Day(s)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Day 64 February 13th

            Okay, I got up, was groggy, bumped into some stuff, took my pills, got ready for work, went to work, and suddenly had an unprecedented amount of energy…so I wrote a blog post…a really long blog post…on my break.  The rest of the day went pretty well as far as all that was concerned.  Not a super stressful work day, not hungry really, didn’t feel awful, didn’t have a headache, wasn’t even that fuzzy-in my brain. So the crazy part of me wants to know why this is happening and what I can do to repeat it, but I know that I have to hurry because the impending crash is looming over my head.
            Alright, so what did I do that was abnormal yesterday? Several things I could list here are: one, I went to church (doubt this is it but in the interest of scientific discovery it must be included in the data), played a video game that I love a lot (sounds weird but these types of things affect my mood [music, television, movies, video games, books etc…if they connect with me in a way that I can’t describe other than to say I love them]), watched the season premiere a show that I missed a lot (put this in the same category as the video game), drank a whole lot of caffeine, didn’t get very much sleep, and had a ton of protein for dinner.  After careful consideration of all of these things I’ve determined that I’m not a scientist…so I don’t know what they mean.
            I have noticed that everyone in my house seems to be foggy brained so maybe it’s environmental or dietary.  I should look into that after I find and/or become a scientist.

Eric Anderson

P.S. Here’s what I ate on Day 64
Nothing new

P.P.S.  Also, I forgot to mention that it was the first day off I’ve had this year so maybe that helped.  Who knows?

Monday, February 13, 2012

Day 52 - 63 February 1st – 12th

            I’m writing this on Monday the 13th and let’s just say that I’m on my lunch break or something like that, because I’m at work.  I went to church yesterday for the first time this year and it was a little awkward, probably mostly on my end.  I know that everyone else is there to worship God (will God get offended if His name isn’t capitalized?) and not to necessarily interact socially so I should feel safe there of all places and yet not so much.  The pastor came up to me from behind and held out his right hand in a kind of a handshake offer, but also with his left hand lifted in a possible hug offer.  I stood there staring at both of his hands for what seemed like an eternity (by the way, you rarely hear of anyone using the phrase “it seemed like an eternity” as a good thing, but “eternity” is what we’re being sold, just saying).  I feel like at this point I should mention the hell that the whole handshaking business is for me.  Any time a person (it’s mostly males) holds their hand out for a handshake I have a mini panic attack.  Do they want a traditional handshake?  What if I grab too hard? What if I grab too soft? What if my hand doesn’t make it all of the way in before the full grip occurs and then I’m standing there with this sort of half of a handshake and he/she is holding just my fingers like I’m a woman in whatever century they used to do that thing where they grabbed a ladies’ fingers and kissed them?  And that doesn’t even touch on the whole “gang” handshake thing that’s now a possibility and I always ALWAYS  screw up.  I don’t know how to wave my hands around and slap or bump things (I’m not cool).  Okay, so we’re standing there, I look at his hands and then at his eyes and then back at his hands and then I run the possibilities through my head.  I know that he’s too old or at least too country (old school) to expect and one of those fancy fist bumpy handshake things (if it’s a handshake he wants it will be the classic straight ahead hand shake, like men should shake hands), but he might want a hug.  This is not out of the realm of possibility as we have hugged in the past so there is precedent.  I’m looking at his hands and then his eyes and then his hands and this has gone on too long.  I go with the handshake.  The handshake is perfect I go in with a good amount of speed, not too fast to appear overzealous and not too slow to appear trepidatious.  The grip was right in the middle of not too hard, like I’m trying to prove something, and not too soft, like I’m not really there.  As I’m shaking his hand he looks at me with a confused look that told me that he was looking for a hug.  Damnit, I could have used a hug today to.  Maybe next time, don’t be so ambiguous with your handshake/hug confusingness.  This all speaks to my mental health more than my diet and physical health so let’s get onto that.
I know that I have really fallen behind on this thing and I don’t even know if anyone has even noticed (not a whole lot of outcry from my fan, but she’s probably busy).  Here are the excuses but ultimately it’s just because I’m a bad bad blogger.  First, I felt and continue to feel awful.  Second, I’ve spent most of my free time sorting through 14,000 pictures, which I narrowed down to 5,000 and I’m not finished.  You wouldn’t think of sorting through family photos as work but for some reason it’s really quite extremely draining.  It would give me the biggest headache after a few hours and I would just feel like I had been “working” all day when I was finished.  If you want to see any of these pics here’s a link: and if you don’t then that’s fine too.  I’m not finished, as I still have about 2,500 to post, and if you do look at them you might think that they could stand to be edited down quite a bit more, but trust me there are many many more photos  deleted than posted. Okay, so now that the excuse portion is over let’s go day by day to describe how this diet thing has been going.
Wednesday (2/1/12)
I felt horribly horribly awful, the kind of awful that tells you that you’re pretty much done for and you should make funeral arrangements because you could never feel worse than this.
Thursday (2/2/12)
I felt worse than the previous day…guess I spoke too soon.
Friday (2/3/12)
Today was no different, but I did go see the nutritionist so I should report how that went.  I’ve lost 4 pounds since the last time I saw her (Friday, December 30th) so that was a ginormous disappointment, but I had also lost 3% body fat (I still don’t know what that means, but she seemed very excited, of course it is in her best interest to make me feel like we are making progress [I shouldn’t be so cynical, I’m sure she actually care about me…right?]).  She put me on a bunch of new supplements and also explained that this cleanse that I’m on could be why I feel super awful and then feel super great and then back to super awful again.  Something about my liver sucking out the toxins takes a lot of energy (who knew?).  She wants me to ask my real doctor to run a blood test and check for mono or Epstein bar or something like that.  Also, I need to get my thyroid (again), vitamin D-3 level, and while he’s in there he should check my blood sugar (speaking of blood sugar, let’s go back to Wednesday when I did go to my mom’s to check it and it came out an 89 which I’m told is good so I guess it’s not diabetes that’s making me feel this way).  She’s a super nice lady who really seems to be trying to help me (she actually suggests that I buy supplements from other places than where she works because they are cheaper and she knows that I’m broke [see, now I feel bad for being cynical earlier].  Obviously she wants me to attempt exercise more but she was proud of the 3 times I’ve walked in the last 5 weeks (she says I need different shoes to support my ankles while they are trying to hold up my fat ass [my words, not hers]).  My boss wanted me to ask her if she preferred to be call Nutri-Nazi or Nutri-Zilla and she much preferred Nutri-Zilla (said she was tired of being called a nazi).  That’s how that trip went.  Here’s a list of all of the supplements I’m on now: source naturals’ life force multi (w/o iron, guys don’t need iron because they don’t bleed every month), source naturals’ ultra-mag, magnesium malate, b- complex, D-3, gaba, solary’s niacin, iso cort, 5-htp, some ginseng junk, baby aspirin (6 a day), and I’m still on blood pressure medicine (another thing she thinks might be making me feel badly)
On saturday I dropped this on my foot
Saturday (2/4/12) and Sunday (2/5/12)
            On both of these days I worked about 2-3 hours and then spent the rest of the time watching television and movies and feeling like I was dying.  Let me describe this dying feeling that I have.  It’s like something is pulling me down into a hole from my insides.  My bones hurt, my whole body is tired and drained, my head is fuzzy and I have trouble focusing or concentrating on anything at all.  It’s a slow weird death but death none the less.
                                                                    Monday (2/6/12)
This is what my poor foot looked
like on monday morning
            I went to bed Sunday night thinking that all the rest I got was going to make a difference, but Monday morning was an awful bit of awfulness.  I walked into to work and immediately went from being optimistic about my week to pissed off at and about everything (what is that all about?).  It has been an extremely difficult couple of weeks prior to this as far as employees and work and whatnot are concerned so I guess not thinking about it for a 2 half days didn’t help the matters.  So yeah today was not great.
Tuesday (2/7/12)
            More of the same as far as work and feeling gross go.  Tonight, my laptop crashed…hard and everyone that knows me was convinced that I was going to just freak out, but something inside me just said “screw it”.  This makes absolutely perfect sense in context with the last two weeks of my life.  It was still under warranty but it’s probably my hard drive and I have a lot of stuff on it.  I do have it backed up on an online hard drive website but that could take weeks to redownload all of that info (like 250 GB).  What I’m saying is that I feel like I was perfectly justified to freak right out and normally I would (if you go back to October of last year you can see how badly I handled not having a phone), but for some reason I just said “screw it” and I didn’t really get upset and even now I’m not even a little concerned about it (even though Fry’s has not called me with a diagnoses).  Plus side is that they gave me a loaner laptop, but what can you do with someone else laptop besides get online and check your Facebook status.
Wednesday (2/8/12)
Every time my wife or I see this
bag out of the corner of our eyes
we think it's a cat (which we don't have)
Why don't we just move the bag?
I don't know
            Today was a happy happy day from the beginning.  I went to work with the knowledge that I was going to be taking a half day to go to Arlington with my laptop (not because I was worried about it, but because I was looking for any excuse to get as far away from that place with those people as I could get).  I took off at noon with my wife and children (we took the girl out of school, because our priorities are out of whack).  We went to Fry’s and waited at the tech support desk for like 2 hours where I met every stereotypical nerd tech person you could ever thing of and I still wasn’t mad…at all (the wife seemed pissed).  Something inside of me was just so happy to be somewhere else that was completely drama-free.  Then we went to the book store where I bought a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird (a book that I loved when I read it in school and I always claim as my favorite book, but somehow don’t own a copy) because I can’t find it in digital (weird).  As soon as my foggy brain problem goes away I might actually read it…again.
Thursday (2/9/12)
            Back to work, I feel better today but still not great and this foggy feeling in my brain is more than a little disconcerting.
Friday (2/10/12)
            Long horrible day where everything went wrong at work and I just couldn’t make myself care enough to do anything about it
Saturday (2/11/12)
            Showed up at work at about 9:30am after sleeping in as long as I could and everything was falling apart.  I just tried to power through and get the hell out of there to go home and play some video games and watch TV.  That was mostly an alright day.
Sunday (2/12/12)
            You’ve already read about most of the awkwardness that occurred at church this day (yeah there was plenty more, but none as entertaining as the handshake thing).  We went home after church and ate and watched TV and I played some more video games after trying to read some of the book and failed miserably (could not focus…at all).  Stayed up late watching the premier of the walking dead (awesome sauce).  Then I went to bed but couldn’t sleep at all because I thought I might be on the verge of having a heart attack (weird chest pains and sharp pain in my left arm).  The reasons for said heart attack could be one, two or both of the following reasons.  One, I drank entirely too much caffeine today and two; I ate a humongous steak for dinner (can steak cause a heart attack? Probably, but that quickly? Maybe…who knows?)
Eric Anderson
P.S. here’s a rundown of what I ate during my week + vacation from blogging:
Breakfast was the same every day
Same for lunch
Dinner was all of the same dinners I always have except for on one of the nights we had tilapia (I haven’t had fish in something like 13 years, because I hate it, but Nutri-Zilla was quite insistent that I add it to my eating habits) It wasn’t horrible, it wasn’t great either, but I can stomach it if I have to

P.P.S. what? This wasn’t long enough for you? Okay, I’ll try really hard not to let this happen again because it was all really difficult for my foggy brain to remember (something that I’m not accustomed to, by the way)
This Gave me a headache for days
Don't look at it

P.P.P.S also, for not getting any sleep last night I have a surprising amount of energy this morning…weird

P.P.P.P.S. I wrote this quite quickly so if there are (and I’m sure there are) any errors just let me know and I will fix them for the next person who reads this.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Day 51 January 31st

            Today is a day, Tuesday to be exact, Tuesday, January 31st to be more exact, in my opinion it is the last day of the New Year.  Tomorrow is officially the start of the regular old year that we’ll be stuck with for the next 11 months, unless, of course the world does end sometime in mid-December (it won’t…probably).  What is my point you might ask yourself.  Well, I don’t have one, I just like for you to read my precious words (they are precious, because they are mine, my mommy told me so [even she doesn’t read this blog so that’s sending some mixed signals]). Okay let’s get to the diet talk.
            Today I woke up quite confused about why my alarm was going off (my brain strongly disagreed with what it was saying to me).  I had a small amount of energy today but mostly felt awful.  I wasn’t as sore from the walk the night before as I thought I would be, but what should I have expected from such a slow pace (it hurt me really bad though).  I felt progressively more awful after lunch all the way until bed time.  I actually felt so bad and out of it that I went to my mom’s house to check my blood sugar, which came out to 89 and she said that was good so I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
            I don’t think this diet is what’s killing me but it could be one of the causes.  My suspects right now are stress, depression, diet, and possibly something is bad wrong with me.

Eric Anderson

P.S. Here’s what I ate on Day 51:
Breakfast and lunch: same
Dinner: chicken and broccoli
Also, a choc. Fiber bar thingy

P.P.S. I’ve whittled it down to about 10,700 pictures and I’m still working on it but I think I’m going to crash my Flickr account.