Of course i ended up just replacing soda with beer, so no weight lost and I spent more than I would have if I had just had pop. Oh well.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
VICTORY!
I did it! I made it from Ash wednesday to Easter without having any soda at all!
Of course i ended up just replacing soda with beer, so no weight lost and I spent more than I would have if I had just had pop. Oh well.
Of course i ended up just replacing soda with beer, so no weight lost and I spent more than I would have if I had just had pop. Oh well.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The banishment of the invader
Last night was a typical night. I headed to Draz and Mike's place for some Monday stuffs. Stayed out late. Got home around 12:45.
I head to bed shortly after 1:00 am. I drift to sleep. Suddenly I wake up. Not sure what time it is. I look up at the clock. 1:45. Wasn't out for long. I try to fall back asleep. But I hear something across the room. A little scratching noise. It's coming from the mini fridge. I figure it's just the workings of the machine messing with me. But then I hear a rustle. I hat a cub foods plastic bag by the fridge. Did I really hear it rustle?
I lay there awake. Motionless, just listening to the sounds of the night. I lay there for at least five minutes. Nothing. No sound at all. Just my mind playing tricks with me. I close my eyes. Time to go back to sleep. Just before I'm about to doze off, there it is again. Clearly hearing the bag rustling. I then hear a little scratching noise. So I sit there again. Now wide awake. I keep a sharp ear. A skittering noise follows. At this point I'm sure of it. I am not alone in my room.
I sit up. It's dark, but the blue LED of my computer illuminates the room enough. Then I see something. A small black blur bolts across the room. I am up and out of bed and across the room to the light switch in seconds. The lights are on. I am next to me dresser. On top of my dresser is a collection of swords. I grab the katana. I wish to take no chances with this intruder. Suddenly, across the room, I see my nemesis.
I'm not gonna wait for him to strike first. I dash at him. I strike with my sword. I have it sheathed. I wish to bludgeon him to death, as the last thing I need on my carpet is mouse blood. I strike. But he is too fast. He dodges to my right. He goes under my bed. I have lost sight of him.
I open the door to my room. I turn on the family room light. I have plans for this mouse. Plans that will ensure his demise by taking advantage of his insatiable craving for peanut butter. I run to our utility room. There on the ground is a mouse trap. It's been triggered. He's gotten peanut butter from us, but managed to evade the mouse trap's deadly snap. I reset the trap. Ready to head back into my room and leave it by my bed. To wait for the little guy to get hungry. I had him now.
Or so I thought. As I leave the utility room, i see him again. He has escaped my room. He's making a break for the couch. I had left the sword in the room. I had only a trap. I had no way to strike. I set down the trap and go into my room. I come back out just in time to see the mouse climb under the couch. I wont let him get away with this. I slide the sword under the couch. He runs out the other side. I've got him running scared now.
I watch as he runs to the fireplace. He runs over to the wall from there. I watch as he slides along the wall. I move slowly. Carefully. Keeping an eye on the furry devil. He moves towards the sliding door. I move. He's right by the edge of it. Thinking quickly, I reach over and slide open the door. The mouse sees his chance. He goes for the outside. He is gone. Out into the rainy night. I close the door. Lock it. He's gone.
I could have slammed the door on him as he rush through. i could have ended his miserable existence. But I did not. Why? Perhaps I was too tired and could not act in time. Perhaps the thought just didn't cross my mind. Or maybe, in that split second, I felt a bit of compassion. Either way, he is gone. My room was safe... for now.
But he is alive. He's out there. He got into my room once. He can do it again. Perhaps he has learned his lesson and we can live separately. Or perhaps he will come in again. When I am fully asleep. And strike. Only time will tell...
I head to bed shortly after 1:00 am. I drift to sleep. Suddenly I wake up. Not sure what time it is. I look up at the clock. 1:45. Wasn't out for long. I try to fall back asleep. But I hear something across the room. A little scratching noise. It's coming from the mini fridge. I figure it's just the workings of the machine messing with me. But then I hear a rustle. I hat a cub foods plastic bag by the fridge. Did I really hear it rustle?
I lay there awake. Motionless, just listening to the sounds of the night. I lay there for at least five minutes. Nothing. No sound at all. Just my mind playing tricks with me. I close my eyes. Time to go back to sleep. Just before I'm about to doze off, there it is again. Clearly hearing the bag rustling. I then hear a little scratching noise. So I sit there again. Now wide awake. I keep a sharp ear. A skittering noise follows. At this point I'm sure of it. I am not alone in my room.
I sit up. It's dark, but the blue LED of my computer illuminates the room enough. Then I see something. A small black blur bolts across the room. I am up and out of bed and across the room to the light switch in seconds. The lights are on. I am next to me dresser. On top of my dresser is a collection of swords. I grab the katana. I wish to take no chances with this intruder. Suddenly, across the room, I see my nemesis.
I'm not gonna wait for him to strike first. I dash at him. I strike with my sword. I have it sheathed. I wish to bludgeon him to death, as the last thing I need on my carpet is mouse blood. I strike. But he is too fast. He dodges to my right. He goes under my bed. I have lost sight of him.
I open the door to my room. I turn on the family room light. I have plans for this mouse. Plans that will ensure his demise by taking advantage of his insatiable craving for peanut butter. I run to our utility room. There on the ground is a mouse trap. It's been triggered. He's gotten peanut butter from us, but managed to evade the mouse trap's deadly snap. I reset the trap. Ready to head back into my room and leave it by my bed. To wait for the little guy to get hungry. I had him now.
Or so I thought. As I leave the utility room, i see him again. He has escaped my room. He's making a break for the couch. I had left the sword in the room. I had only a trap. I had no way to strike. I set down the trap and go into my room. I come back out just in time to see the mouse climb under the couch. I wont let him get away with this. I slide the sword under the couch. He runs out the other side. I've got him running scared now.
I watch as he runs to the fireplace. He runs over to the wall from there. I watch as he slides along the wall. I move slowly. Carefully. Keeping an eye on the furry devil. He moves towards the sliding door. I move. He's right by the edge of it. Thinking quickly, I reach over and slide open the door. The mouse sees his chance. He goes for the outside. He is gone. Out into the rainy night. I close the door. Lock it. He's gone.
I could have slammed the door on him as he rush through. i could have ended his miserable existence. But I did not. Why? Perhaps I was too tired and could not act in time. Perhaps the thought just didn't cross my mind. Or maybe, in that split second, I felt a bit of compassion. Either way, he is gone. My room was safe... for now.
But he is alive. He's out there. He got into my room once. He can do it again. Perhaps he has learned his lesson and we can live separately. Or perhaps he will come in again. When I am fully asleep. And strike. Only time will tell...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Happy Caturday and Pi day and Steak & BJ day!
So many holidays on one day. It is of course Caturday. But 3/14 also marks Pi day. So go out there and get some pie. Also, for you guys who didn't screw up on Valentines day, it's one month later, so it's also steak and BJ day. Good luck with that fellas.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Day 12 without soda.
I have not had soda in 12 days. At times I'm fine, but at other times the cravings hit. The soda, it mocks me. Taunts me. I will not let it win.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
No soda
5 days without soda. Going strong. Been hard so far, as I've been craving it a lot. But so far my will has stood strong. No caffeine withdrawal yet. Which is surprising. Anyway, onward to more soda-free days.
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