Fatso Forty Year Old.

Happy Easter Sunday, y'all.

May I be absolutely honest with you and tell you that my eating habits have spiraled downward? 

I wasn't particularly an anti-eater in my high school/college years, but during that time, I just lost interest in sweets, desserts, and fast food. Alas, I've always been a sucker for carby, doughy breads.

All that disappeared ever since I started working in December.

Last night, I was feeling awful. I think the feeling was indicative of my latest food consumption: overtly large pizzas, 115 calorie-a-piece chocolate covered pretzels, multiple Hershey's kisses eaten while in a sedentary position for 5 hours (complemented with occasional chocolate covered almonds and the DGAF mindset), home made baked sweet potato fries triple dipped in ketchup or ranch dressing, and yeah, I'll squeeze in a whole, peeled carrot or two, just because my fresh vegetable intake has been low.

Yesterday, C and I went out to look for frames to fit some posters I had purchased (or haphazardly and pathetically created). I'm still waiting for one poster to come in the mail, but it is by far my most prized Cincinnati possession (or, to-be posessed) and I knew I had to buy it to secure and legitimize my residence here-- at least for the next eight months to pass.

The other day, Friday, as I clearly recall for a reason you will soon find out, C and I went to the grocery to pick out a snack and drinks for the night. We acknowledged that this was how we "hang out." We run errands and go grocery shopping, like 40 year olds.

But you know what, maybe life isn't all about living fast and dying young if you can use that time to honestly appreciate the surrounding in which you have placed yourself.