It's a beautiful crisp sunny winter day in Oakland, and I'm not going to complain about the flu. It is what it is. It's a funky and low down feeling. It's just past noon, and I've already logged 4 miles of walking, and I'm feel invigorated.
I'm right on track with my new relationship with food. I still have strong urges for sure. One voice in my head that says things like, "Why don't we go over to Lane Splitter for lunch and get a couple of slices of Sicilian pizza? The second voice says to the first voice, "Fuck the pizza, eat a salad and some chili."
Who is the WE you might ask? Well, when it comes to food the we is two different people with two distinct voices. The first person is the one who wants to eat all the time. The second person is the one who stops the first person from eating all the time. The first person is still talking to me all the time, but he's loosing the battle for hegemony, at least right now. The first person is Tony Soprano. If you every watched the HBO series the Sopranos when Tony wasn't whacking people he was eating. The second person is Ric Ocasek, the former frontman from the 80's rock band the Cars, possibly the skinniest man in R & R.
There's no guarantee that Ric's going to win this battle. Tony's always won before. This war has been going on for twenty years. If I was a betting man, I'd bet on Tony. The odds are in his favor, and the battle is only six weeks old.
Stay tuned.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
Breakfast: 1 hard boiled egg, cereal w/soy, banana, & blueberries, black tea.
Lunch: Small bowl of chili, salad of Romaine, black olives of Provence, cucumber, red bell
pepper, orange juice, 2 tortillas w/cheese
Snacks: nuts/raisins/cranberries
Dinner: Big Salad w/the above ingredients
Exercise: 6 miles walking
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