Sucking frosted chocolate cake in the middle of the night
Thursday, January 4, 2007 at 23:22 
Fat and happyI am not 100 percent sure, but I truly believe I am getting fat. The scale reads the same as it did when I arrived in South Florida, the home of obese adults, fat children, and plastic surgery junkies. Nice mix. When I touched my belly today, I felt soft rolls. Could be my imagination. Somehow I do not think so.
I should mention that I have not had a good workout since the week before Christmas due to my cold and flu, which seem to love me to death and just will not go away. I have been eating tons of chocolate cake and cheddar cheese with Joe's dogs. Every night they come out of the dark bedroom where they sleep with him, either to pee or dump. I open the front door and let them out. Once back in the house, they come straight to me for an insomnia snack which I seem to have every night. I have been into those tiny marshmallows, almost forgot to rat on myself about chomping them down in handfulls.
I promise myself that tomorrow I will go back to the gym. It is just around the corner and is open 24 hours. No real excuse here. I am turning into a fat slob. On the other hand, I kind of like it. Thinking out loud: Spend my life in the gym looking amazing, eating to perfection, seeing the same boring people everyday or enjoying my life like a normal person, biking on the beach, wind in my face, meeting cool and interesting people, etc. What a concept. New Years resolution number four, try to find a happy balance in life.
I found the huge chocolate cake from Christmas that Joe baked. Yes, he bakes and he made me promise not to tell anyone. I hid it in the middle of the night way back in the freezer thinking I would not see it, and,therefore, not eat it. Never happened. I found out that chocolate cake with tons of frosting tastes even better frozen. For eating fun, I used to freeze grapes (it was the in bodybuilding thing to do way back in the 90's). Suck a frozen grape or a frozen chocolate cake. What tastes better, I kept wondering, mouth filled with Betty Crocker Rich and Creamy Milk Chocolate frosting ready to explode out of my mouth onto my computer keyboard. Not a pretty picture.
Going back to New York this weekend. Janet will be happy to see me, unless she has forgotten about me. Oh, my worst fear. I miss that out of control, wicked city filled with crazy people (I fit right in). The beach or the city. I cannot decide where to live. I suppose I can go back and forth for a few more months or years, until I decide what to do. I love wasting my money on Jet Blue airline tickets that I book at the last second. It only costs me more then double what most people pay who obviously plan ahead. Back to Florida. It has early bird specials I am told. Half price meals at great Florida restaurants like Cracker Barrel for elderly people who eat early because they get up early and go to bed early and then start their day again early the same exact way. I know nothing about that sort of day and I may not ever know, which is fine with me. New York City, open all night. Can order up beer, baked nachos and toilet paper any time.
Reader Comments (5)
I'm a scavenger, so diet is catch as catch can. I have the typical tanuki belly. I don't excercise any more than I have to. My only problem with that regards my appearance to the females of my species. Makes me avoid close relationships with them. That can go both ways.