Mission statement

I turn 30 on November 10, 2012. I have a wife and two kids. I teach English and coach high school football. As a teen/young adult, I was thick and muscular, but never cut. That's given way to obese and uncomfortable, unable to wear regular clothes, unable to ever look good. I've always sweated a lot, but now it's gotten to the point where I sweat from texting. I want to live, I want to advance, I want to make my family proud. Most importantly, I want to wear cool clothes and feel good about myself and be able to tuck my shirt in without it coming back out five seconds later. I'm sick of having my waistline having the indentations of my belt. So this is a food diary slash outlet for my concerns, and general bitching rag. Also, I had a really bitchin' blog in college. Maybe this will be a regenerative experience.

The wife and I made our New Years Resolutions list yesterday. I already broke one. At least maybe if I can be honest on here with myself and my eating habits, I can shame myself into not stopping for second lunch everyday.

I packed my lunch, took two sandwiches, an orange, and a couple breakfast bars. The sandwiches were okay, although the ham from Redners was one of those deals where I just thought about something else and forgot I was eating because it just didn't sit right with me.

Lunch was good, drank my liter of water. Had a Carnation's Instant Breakfast (strawberry, blech) this morning along with my customary two cups of coffee blitz.

I was feeling good about everything. Then I got hungry driving home and found myself ordering a chicken sammich from Popeye's. What the fucking fuck. I have a sick feeling in my stomach, but not from the food. I think it's a psychosomatic thing. Fucking fuck fuck fuck.

Start a new day tomorrow.