12.29.13

Breakfast: 4 cinnamon rolls and 2% milk
Lunch: A double cheeseburger and fries from The Varsity in ATL
Dinner: Progresso Baked Potato Soup

New Years Resolution

I've had my New Years resolution ready for the past four months. Which sounds dumb because why wait four months instead of just going for it. As bizarre as that sounds, you'll be happy to know I used those four months for practice and I now feel ready to dive in head first.

2014 Resolution: read more, talk less

In essence, this entire blog conflicts with my resolution. Because blogging = talking, and I'm trying to do less of that. In addition, I am trying to read more, but I don't think it counts if I'm just continuously reading my own stuff for proofing purposes.

So the only way to flip this on itself and make this blog facilitative rather than counter intuitive is to talk about what I've read in a very concise manner. Which I think is a good goal for personal development purposes.

I love communication. It's my thing. I love texting, talking, messaging, emailing. Strangers, family, old friends, new friends - it doesn't matter. I like to talk and I will do it with whoever. Right now I am basically dying because my phone has been silent for over an hour and I spent all day driving alone in a car for 12 hours. That basically just means I'm an extrovert.

But I'm learning that an important phase of maturity for the extrovert is the one where they realize, though words are fun, they are valuable. And sometimes the best way to enhance their value is not by using them more, but by using them less.

I also think reading is a great way to exercise listening skills. Extroverts usually aren't the best at listening. I like to think I'm a fairly good listener despite being an extrovert, but I like Ke$ha so I can't trust myself... I think reading at it's core is a great method for pursuing knowledge and understanding through comprehension and critical thinking. In other words, you have to hear and think about what the author is saying; you have to listen.

In 2014 I want to read more and talk less. I think this will help to enhance the value of my words and teach me to be a better listener. I also think there are other great things/lessons that will be learned through this resolution and I'm looking forward to sharing them on here! In a very concise manner of course...

I'm open to book recommendations. Tweet me @Ace2TheFace! The list I'm planning on reading so far is below. I'm not really into anything heavy yet so don't judge me for enjoying the light simple stuff, capisce?

1) 7: How Many Days Of The Week Can Be Extraordinary
2) Love Does (started in 2013, need to finish)
3) Prodigal God (also started in 2013, need to finish)
4) Punch Fear In The Face
5) The Principle Of The Path
6) The Best Question Ever

12.17.13

Breakfast: Toast and Jelly
Lunch: Sour Patch Kids
Dinner: Cheese Fries from Outback Steakhouse

Nobody likes you when you're 23

Blink 182 said it best and buzzfeed recently echoed it: http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/every-year-of-your-20s-ranked-from-worst-to-best

The other day I turned 24. My brother and I joked that he can finally actually like me now instead of "pretending" to like me. I hadn't really given it a thought all year long because typically I'd consider myself a fairly likable person, but in the last month of my 23rd year I started putting it all together.

December 17, 2012, a year ago today, I walked into a small office in Nashville, TN for a job interview. I walked out of that office with a new career, a new future, and a new life. I had been 23 for two days and already this year was shaping up to be the most life changing one yet. In the two weeks that followed, I would end a serious relationship, say goodbye to a place called "home" and move to a new city where I knew approximately 3 people. Nothing will bring you to tears more than pulling out of a driveway that you've left a hundred thousand times before, but realizing that for the first time you are actually leaving. It's rare to experience a moment in life so definitive.

It's nothing short of an adventure, 23.

Now that I'm older and at the wiser, more mature age of 24 ;)  let me sum the age of 23 up for you in one word… ready?

decisions

Here's why nobody likes you when you're 23. It's because nobody's supposed to like you. 23 is about making decisions, life altering decisions. And when decisions of that magnitude have to be made you can't afford to be considerate of others. And when you're not considering others, nobody is going to like you. 

It sounds more terrible than it is because I'm breaking it down to the bare bones. It's not like all 23 year olds are sitting around consciously being inconsiderate. People that are consciously inconsiderate are more than just 23 year olds, they're cotton headed ninny muggins. But being 23 is challenging because you're not quite sure where you fit. You're still freshly removed from college, but you're not fully adjusted to this new life of adult-esque responsibility. All you know is that you have to figure stuff out. And that "stuff" looks different for everybody.

For me, I turned 23 and immediately had to decide one thing - to sleep or to live? Cause there's only one way that dreams become a reality. And that turned out to look a lot like sacrifice. Sacrifice of relationships, comfort, familiarity, stability, community, 7/11 slurpees, and the list goes on. I can promise you that when you sacrifice a relationship, people are NOT going to like you. But what a blessing it is to have the chance to live a dream? So you go for it, you don't let that chance pass you by because it may never come again. And that's the decision you make when you're 23.

That's why nobody likes you. Because you're the guy that left everything in the dust to try and make something of yourself. To try and figure yourself out. Sure people tell you they're proud of you and happy for you. But on those weekends when it gets tough and lonely, and you literally scroll through your entire contact list that's now full of area codes miles and miles away, making call after call that only lead to voicemails, you really start to believe that nobody likes you. You think of all the people you left behind and how that probably made them feel. Hurt. You think of how you're probably missing out on everything. Excluded. You become addicted to social media and the vicarious friendships it provides for you. False acceptance. You hit a place you didn't think you'd ever have to deal with. Distance. And that's when you realize that this is not only the consequence of the decision that you made, but that this is also an important character building phase of life.

When you're 23 and you're having to make life altering decisions without really knowing who you are, you need a weekend where you feel like nobody likes you. You need to hear voicemail after voicemail. You need to think you are missing out. Why? Because it challenges you. It takes you to a place that teaches you the value of experiences both good and bad. It makes you grow.

I'm not trying to get into heavy stuff here. If anything, I'm just rambling out loud for myself. But to anyone who isn't 23 yet, I basically want to assure you that all of this is good and important. The whole thing. The nobody liking you thing, the making decisions thing. All of it. Because when you finally turn 24 you realize the reason no one was answering your calls was because they were all busy being distressed 23 year olds too ;)

Moral of the story is that nobody likes you when you're 23 and that that's ok. They're not supposed to like you. You are supposed to like you. You are supposed to make decisions that take you to a place where you can live instead of sleep. Because at the end of the day being 23 is actually a luxury. It's a time when God speaks and you get to not only listen, but do. So sacrifice without hesitating because it's all worth it. 

Cause, I mean, some people have been liked their whole lives, and where's the fun in that?

9.27.13

Breakfast - Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Skipped lunch
Dinner - Jason's Deli Chicken Alfredo Pasta

One of my small group members said something this past Wednesday that really got me thinking...

"It's sometimes really hard to encourage people."

That's a simple statement, but for some reason it got me thinking in a way I never have before. Usually that statement gets said from an internal perspective. From a place where one feels personally discouraged by their inability to adequately express appreciation to another person.

But for the first time I realized that it can be difficult to encourage others because some people don't receive encouragement well.

Why is that?

Why has our culture, specifically my generation, shifted to this mentality that "humility" means not accepting encouragement, compliments or positive feedback? That's not humility at all...

We really have to get better at accepting encouragement. It takes the joy away and undermines the encourager, which quite frankly is just rude. It's ok to celebrate and take credit when we've done something right. Time to start acknowledging the efforts of encouragers, accepting their compliments, thanking them and returning the favor.

We can do it guys! I believe in you!

(that's me encouraging you guys... accept it... embrace it... ;)

9.23.13

Breakfast- cinnamon toast crunch

Lunch- Chickfila (tenders, fries and a root beer)

Dinner- chocolate milk and Jeni's ice cream

Everyday God gives me opportunities to take steps towards becoming the person that I want to be.

I'm starting to recognize these opportunities more often because day by day I'm realizing who it is that I want to be.

I want to be a hard worker

I've never been the best at anything. You know how you grow up and think you're good at something? But then you meet someone who's just way better at it than you? That's what fraternities are for. A bro-family full of dudes who are competitive enough and talented enough to remind you that you're not the best at anything. Someone will always be more athletic, smarter, more connected or more involved than you. (But don't get me wrong, I loved being in a fraternity)

I guess for me and this next stage of life, I want to be known as a hard worker. Someone who's conviction and dedication to the task at hand shines through invested effort and the end product. Of course I know I'm not going to be the best at working hard, cause my boss already owns that title. But I am inspired by him daily and challenged to become a leader of my generation in the area of hardwork.

I want to be known professionally as a dependable, hardworking servant. Someone whose reputation of commitment to the task at hand precedes him. Not because of great success and impressive accomplishments, but because of recognizable sincere effort that garners the professional respect and admiration of others.

I want to work hard. So hard that at the end of the game all I have left in the tanks is a smile.

9.15.13

Being selective with love.

I'm not the best with saying the words "I love you." And before you start thinking that you know where this is going, let me reassure you that you don't. This post is not about relationships, young love or commitment issues. Not at all.

I can say "I love you" to my immediate family and that's about it. I can say it to my extended family from time to time, but I don't really see them often or talk to them often so it can be bizarre at times.

I've been working a lot more on telling my true best friends that I love them because I'm beginning to realize how valuable best friends really are in this next phase of life. Growing up there was a huge stigma around guys telling other guys that they love each other. That was called "gay." So then they created "No Homo" which was funny and somewhat bridged the gap but still took away from the true meaning of the phrase.

I think the reason I am so stingy or selective with my love is because I want it to be such a valuable and sincere thing. I don't want to tell everyone in the world that I love them because that would be insincere and untrue. Sure, I'd love to love everyone, but I'm just not capable of it. Imagine if you truly tried loving everyone... Psshh! Exhausting! Have you ever known one of those people that uses those three words entirely too often and it just makes you uncomfortable? Like, I've met you twice and we're just friends and you've already told me you love me... And because of that you can't help but be a little questionable of their sincerity when they say it?

I think I am finally at a place of maturity, though, where I can tell another friend of mine that I love them and they get it. I also think they appreciate hearing it because they're my friends and they know how hard it is for me to say it out loud. So for them, I think they know it means a lot when I say it.

The reason I'm thinking about love right now is because of the sermon tonight. Topic was pride. But this short little segment nailed me to the wall. Pastor Pete spoke about being a people pleaser (which I believe I am). People pleasers are good at being loved but not good at giving love. We typically think that by pleasing others we are showing them love, but that's not the case at all. Instead, we please others to acquire their love but never truly show them the love they deserve.

This one got me. I've been pleasing people, not loving them.

The whole purpose of Christianity is love. Loving the least of these. I call myself a Christian but all I do is please people and hoard my love up. Why can't I love more freely? Why can't I allow myself to truly show love towards people, rather than focus on pleasing them to acquire their love?

The quick lesson here was "learn to love instead of being loved."

My epiphany of the evening lies in allowing God to transform my heart so that I can be the Christian he has called me to be. A Christian that is not selective with his love for fear of being insincere, but is instead fearlessly sincere in unselectively loving others.

I always had this idea that I would save all of my love for my future wife. And I told myself that she would love me more because I saved it all for her. She would feel so special and honored and valued.

Now I realize that's not true. That's not the kind of woman I want to marry. The kind of woman I want to be with is the kind of woman that loves me more because of how much I love others. That puts the life back in me when I am "exhausted" from loving others too much. That makes me a better Christian by enabling me to love others, thus strengthening our relationship with God and our relationship with each other. And because of this we will achieve a level of love far beyond the love I could have ever imagined I would be able to give her by hoarding it all up.

Love wins... but there's so much more to it all.

9.14.13

Breakfast: Chickfila chicken biscuit
Lunch: Cape Cod potato chips
Dinner: Little Caesars deep dish pizza


College Football.

Need I say more?


For me, this is the first college football season I am truly spending away from my alma mater and the truth is: I miss it.

Missing college football and the college atmosphere in general has really caused me to spend too much time reminiscing about my experience with higher education. With all of these thoughts running around and memories being replayed in my head I have come to the conclusion that I have one, and only one, regret. Ready for it?

I regret leaving early.

In every way possible, I regret leaving college early.

In 4 years I accomplished a great deal of education. An amount of education that I easily could have spread across 6 years. So why then did I leave early and only take 4 years? Other than the financial benefit, I don't know. I regret going so fast. I regret leaving early.

Football games and sporting events. 75% of the time I left these events by halftime. Why? Cause it was hot outside, I was lazy, and I probably just wanted to leave and go hangout with my girlfriend. What I would give to take all of those Saturdays back, stay until the end and scream my voice hoarse. I live further north now and am cold, I'm too busy for laziness, and we broke up. I regret leaving early.

Classes and lectures. Of course some of your best memories are made skipping class or ditching out early to go get a head start on the weekend. And some teachers really failed to stimulate my mind, so they sort of deserved to be ditched out on. But others. Others really challenged my thinking. They would stay late after class and say "I'll stick around to answer questions" or "come visit me during office hours"... and I never would. So many missed opportunities to further my education and maximize my intellect. I regret leaving early.

Hangouts and parties with friends. There's a word for this: FOMO. Stands for "Fear Of Missing Out." I do not have FOMO. I am the antithesis of FOMO. Why? Because I believe that I'm a party, so wherever I am is where the most fun is being had. But that doesn't mean that there weren't social gatherings where I should have stayed longer than I did so I could build stronger relationships and really invest in memory making with people who were also in the same stage of life as me. You know, the "I don't know what the heck I'm going to do after college but I guess that can wait cause I'm having so much fun right now" stage. I just imagine all the powerful, deep and meaningful conversations I missed out on having because I was tired from the football game I had already left early that day. I regret leaving early.

In every sense of the statement and it's application to my collegiate career, I regret leaving early. And while at times this regret saddens me, it also serves as an inspiring reminder for how to live right now. Plus, let's face it, this regret is a pretty awesome one to have. I mean, I could be the guy that has extreme "party" related regrets. Instead I'm sitting here pissed because, in my mind, I failed to truly maximize my opportunities, when I actually got more out of college than probably 95% of the students.

But maybe that's the burden of the passionate/involved student. Once you taste the koolaid, your thirst can never be quenched. Once you know how much the university and the collegiate experience have to offer you, enough is never enough. That's probably why so many of my friends stayed in Tally. That's probably why I want to someday get my PhD and become a professor.

I regret leaving early, but perhaps someday I'll come back.

9.3.13

Today I ate a bowl of frosted flakes, chickfila chicken strips, and leftover mac and cheese. I also drank some Publix chocolate milk, cause you should never deny yourself chocolate milk.



I'm starting to realize why I'm blogging. It's because I have thoughts. And because those thoughts matter. Not because they are of great importance or are somehow novel, but because thoughts and the ability to think are special. A true gift from God.

I've spent the past 4 years being very cynical towards people that share too much. Mainly cause I could care less how "perfect" your "G-Little" is. But my appreciation towards sharing is growing (as is my love for the coffee shop culture and all other things trendy or hip). I'm slowly beginning to practically admire the value in all things, no matter how frivolous.

So my toleration for these people who share too much grows because I realize that all they are doing is simply sharing their thoughts. And thoughts matter.

The key is making those thoughts count.

All thoughts matter, but not all thoughts have value that truly make them count.

Now I am nit-picky about how people make their thoughts count. Mainly because I believe thoughts that count are based on a question of motive. Why are you sharing your thought, and why do you think it counts? If you can answer those questions with noble sincerity then your thought probably really counts. If you can't, well then that's why social media status updates exist; for you to share your thought that matters but that probably doesn't count.

"I'm sharing this photo of me in my neon colored bathing suit day drinking at this dubstep-fest with the caption 'Spring Br8kerz lOLz' cause I want the whole world to know how awesome my life is" - I think we all can agree this motive is neither noble nor sincere. This thought matters, but it definitely does not count.

I take this personal theory of thoughts counting as a challenge. A challenge to make sure the words I say and share have true value to them, have true content. Now I know saying that is kind of contradictory considering the purpose of this blog is to share meaningless information about my terrible appetite, but that's a whole different side of the conversation.

The main thing I'm trying to tell myself in this blog post today is that my thoughts matter and that it's up to me to make them count. For the longest time I've lived in this small minded cynical world where I roll my eyes at every heavily opinionated or mind-numbingly-pointless status update; prohibiting myself from ever sharing something like that in order to avoid ever being perceived by my friends as one of "those people."

But all I've done is paralyze myself.

I've convinced myself that my thoughts don't matter and that there is no point in sharing them because nobody truly cares what I have to say. While that may be true, it's a cowardly cop out for staying quiet. For not challenging yourself to think critically about things. When you stay quiet and don't share your thoughts, you stop thinking them altogether. You shut yourself down and become stagnant in any intellectual motion, whether that's forward or backwards. You ultimately fail to maximize your true potential as a thoroughly gifted creature.

It's important to share. No matter how opinionated. No matter how mind-numbingly-pointless. Because thoughts matter. And it's time for me to realize that my thoughts matter and that I need to share them. I need the mental stimulation of challenging myself to create valuable content then exposing that content to the criticism and feedback of others. Because how else do we move forward in the pursuit of maximizing our knowledge and self development? If we don't share because we think we are too cool to share, or because we have convinced ourselves our thoughts don't matter then we end up paralyzed and bitter towards the world.

This blog is to help me convince myself that my thoughts matter, and to challenge myself to make those thoughts count.

That's why I'm blogging.

8.31.13

I ate 4 blue berry pop tarts for breakfast and right now I'm at Little Caesars waiting on a deep dish pepperoni pizza.

Topic: the desire to be catfished.

My friend had a great thought the other day. He told me that he believes there is a certain group of people that subconsciously WANT to be catfished. People that want to have a relationship with someone they don't ever have to meet.

It makes perfect sense.

Cause people are bizarre and everyone needs a friend.

8.19.13

It's been awhile...

Breakfast: cinnamon toast crunch

Lunch: fruit snacks and cheezits

Dinner: 1 quart of chocolate milk, Greek yogurt with honey and granola

I'm contemplating blogging for real now. Not just sharing what I eat, but sharing thoughts I think (mainly cause I think too many thoughts).

I love to share, we all do. But we hate sharing and finding out that no one appreciates what we have to share. Like telling a story at a party in front of a crowd that doesn't go anywhere... and then I found $5. 

But that's why we tweet, post on Facebook walls and upload photos to Instagram. Isn't it? To share?

I think for me, this blogging thing is a way of sharing content without creating the expectation of receiving epproval or feedback from friends. Sort of like an open to the public diary. No one will read it, but there's a certain comfort in knowing that its out there.

Cheers. To thoughts. And sharing. And having underwhelming expectations of the world...

There. It's out there.

6.27.13

A bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, 4 zebra cakes and fruit snacks. (3:11pm CST)

4/30/13

Breakfast- Frosted blueberry pop tarts

Lunch- went to Panera again and ordered the same thing I did on Sunday (two days ago). Turkey bacon panini with extra bread.

Dinner- publix chocolate milk


I don't know why I go to Panera and order a $10 sandwich when I can make the exact same sandwich for like $2 at home. I try and convince myself it's for the extra tasty pieces of bread that you get when you order soup or something but even that can be bought at publix for $3.

The truth is I'm a sucker for convenience.

4/29/13

Had blueberry pop tarts for breakfast.

Got a turkey bacon and cheese sandwich from Newks for lunch. Also had baked lays and a giant dr pepper to go with it.

For dinner I attended a special event at the Loveless Cafe Barn. It was good southern comfort food. So basically a lot of biscuits, a lot of pork, and a lot of sweet tea.



I don't get why "Iced Tea" is even a thing. I've never understood northerners. It's literally rusty water. Rusty water ranks a solid -3 on the "refreshing" scale.

Just pour pounds of sugar in the stuff like my mom always has and call it a day.

4/28/13

Breakfast- blueberry pop tarts

Lunch- panera turkey bacon panini with chips and extra bread

Dinner- Oreos and frozen red Barron French bread pizza

4/27/13

Breakfast- honey nut Cheerios

Lunch- Baja burrito with queso

Dinner- lots of oreos

4/26/13

Breakfast- frosted flakes

Lunch- Costco pizza and coke

Dinner- five guys bacon cheeseburger with A1 sauce

4/25/13

Breakfast- Blueberry Pop Tarts

Lunch- Jack in the box bacon cheeseburger, curly fries and a coke

Dinner- the rest of the dominos pizza


Went to jack and the box for the first time today. For those of you who have never been, it's basically the same as an Arby's or Hardee's. So yeah, not very proud of making that choice.

4/24/13

Breakfast- Frosted Flakes

Lunch- McAlister's turkey bacon jack panini with a side of mashed potatoes and brown gravy. I also drank a large coke.

Dinner- after taking the dog for a long walk at the park I realized it had been a long time since I picked up a pizza from somewhere. So I went to Dominos and got a large Pepperoni pizza. I ate half of it.



Dominos is all about their "new" pizza that's been completely "redesigned." I'm not a fan. They're old pizza (even though people complained it tasted like cardboard) was better. In the words of Sammy Rhodes, "Dominos pizza is 'artisan' in the same way my moms spaghetti casserole is famous."

I'll eat the other half of the pizza tomorrow for dinner.

4/23/13

Breakfast- frosted flakes

Lunch- chicken Alfredo from Jason's deli (we've been over this already)

Dinner- chocolate milk and an hour bike ride on my trainer


Hopping back on my bike tonight has helped me remember why I used to train and exercise a lot.

I've always eaten whatever I've wanted, and I've always experienced minimal effects from the unhealthy food. Training was just a way to further minimize those affects and actually make my body crave the calories.

When I train, I can eat whatever the heck I want. No repercussions. It's awesome.

So to sum it up for you logically: I don't exercise because I ate a butterfinger, I eat a butterfinger because I exercised and I'm hungry for something awesome.

4/22/13

Today is the day where I make up for my binge eating by starving myself.

I'm never one to intentionally starve myself. And there was nothing intentional about my eating schedule today.

I woke up, ate a bowl of cereal. Went to work, and somehow worked thru the day without eating anything.

Then I went to a movie screening for work. They had a small reception, but nothing more than weak chicken on a stick.

Basically, I didn't eat anything until 10:30pm when I drove thru a Popeyes chicken for strips, mashed potatoes and a biscuit.

That's called the Greg Lucid diet.

Bosses work through lunch while associates plan meetings around lunch. Which one are you?

4/21/13

Breakfast- frosted flakes

Lunch/afternoon snack- entirely too many mint Oreos and milk

Dinner- a hot dog from I Dream of Weenie, salt and vinegar chips and a dr pepper



Dinner was a hotdog from a hippie food truck. I don't usually eat from food trucks. Not cause I'm against the concept or idea, just cause I'm usually too busy making fun of the hippie food truck culture to ever take part in it.

Well today I bought into that culture and LOVED IT. East Nashville does this thing called movie night on the grassy knoll. You bring your dog, sit on the grass, eat food and watch a fun old movie. I stinkin loved it.

Don't expect me to be drinking coffee anytime soon but do expect me to eat more from a food trucks and hang out at cool community events like this one.

Cause, hey Jack, it's where the cute girls are at!

4/20/12

Breakfast- Bacon Egg and Cheese McGriddle with a hash brown and a coke

Afternoon Snack- Butterfinger and Dr Pepper

Dinner- Chickfila spicy sandwich with value sized root beer and French fries



Butterfinger and Dr Pepper. This is the Leatherwood special. Growing up when my family would go on road trips to Texas to visit our cousins my mom would always get my brother and I a Butterfinger and Dr Pepper when we'd stop at gas stations. We never asked for it, she just did it. That's one of the ways she showed us that we were all she cared about.

Not only does a butterfinger and dr pepper taste delicious but there is a certain comforting nostalgia that surrounds the pairing of the buttery chocolate with the sweet zest of the beverage. I guess the reason I got one today was because I was feeling a bit lonely. And as silly as this sounds, making an adventure out of getting a gas station snack makes me feel closer to my family.

It just does.

It's fun to be in a stage of life where you appreciate the things of your childhood that your parents did for you, even though you probably never said thank you. It gets me excited for my future. And for surprising my kids with a butterfinger and dr pepper someday.

Cause no way in hell am I going to be the parent that brings his kid back a granola bar and "juice."

4/19/13

4 blueberry pop tarts for breakfast
Skipped lunch
Ate 3 packs of welch's fruit snacks, gold fish and a cherry coke at work.
Finished off the rotisserie chicken at home and washed that down with a Klondike bar.

Nothing fancy today.

4/18/13

Blueberry pop tarts again. Seriously can't get sick of them.

For lunch I went to a place called Maniacs. Easily the most-battered chicken fingers I've ever had. This place has awesome-sauce. Literally a menu of 20 sauces to choose from. You get to choose 2. I played it safe with BBQ then gambled on "Lemon Challet."

The fries at this place are a little too greasy though. And that means a lot coming from me. These babies rank a zero on the crunch scale. They're just super soggy with greasy. I like at least a little bit of crunch to compliment my grease.

Dinner was super weak. Just 2 bowls of frosted flakes. Didn't even eat Oreos after.

4/17/13

A big bowl of frosted flakes to get the day going cause they're ggrrrreat!

Around 11am I ate two bags of Welchs fruit snacks again cause those things are just so stinking delicious.

For lunch I went to Which Wich and got a TBR, Turkey Bacon Ranch and cheese sandwich on white bread. I got some baked lays chips and a root beer to go with it.

Dinner was unusual for me. I had just finished taking the dog for a long walk and felt like eating something "real" rather than processed. So I went to Publix and got a whole rotisserie chicken. Ate about half of it and drank some orange Gatorade to go with it. I'll eat the other half for lunch or dinner tomorrow probably.

As usual, I had to end the day tastefully. More mint Oreos and 2% milk. Yum.

4/16/13

For breakfast today I ate two frosted blueberry pop tarts with sprinkles. Blueberry pop tarts are the only flavor pop tart I cannot get sick of. I washed it down with 2% milk.

During work I ate two small packs of Welch's fruit snacks.

I ate a late lunch/early dinner at Jason's Deli. Thank the lord for Jason's Deli because it is the only place on earth that realizes the value of a reasonably priced chicken alfredo pasta. For $8.40 I ate a massive plate of chicken alfredo pasta and two slices of focaccia bread. I probably do that once a week.

Since I ate lunch so late I didn't really eat a big dinner. Took the dog for a long walk then came home and snacked on a few spoonfuls of Danon vanilla yogurt. The kind of yogurt I eat is fat-captive, meaning it's the opposite of fat-free.

I also ate some more mint n creme oreos. About 5 or 6 of them with 2% milk. In case you're wondering, I will always specify that my milk as 2%.

4/15/13

For breakfast I ate a bowl of frosted flakes. All day long I snacked on original cheez-it's and drank a Dr. Pepper.

I skipped lunch.

For dinner I ate a kicken chicken sandwich from zaxbys with fries and a mr pibb.

Before bed I had 5 mint and creme double stutter Oreos with a glass of 2% milk. Because "skim milk" is a curse word in my household.

4/14/13

Today I ate Keebler's rainbow chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. About 8-10 of them. I haven't exactly eaten anything else and it's 9pm. I did drink a whole quart of Publix chocolate milk and half a liter of Pepsi though.

Thinking about going to Taco Bell. If I go, I will get 2 soft tacos and 1 chicken Quesadilla.... I'm going now.

4/13/13

Yesterday I went to Chickfila for breakfast. I ate a bacon egg and cheese biscuit, a chicken and egg biscuit with gravy, hash browns and a Dr. Pepper.

For dinner I went to a Mexican restaurant and had refried beans, Mexican rice and a steak burrito with guacamole. I also had a girly frozen margarita with chips and salsa

Came home and had another Klondike bar before dinner, mint chocolate chip this time.

4/12/13

Friday I ate a bowl of Apple Jacks for breakfast. Throughout the day I snacked on pita chips and hummus. At lunch I at a Costco hotdog. When I came home I ate a Reese's cup Klondike bar. At 11:20pm I realized I forgot to eat dinner. So I drove to Wendy's and ate a junior bacon cheeseburger, French fries and a frosty.

Statement of Purpose

This blog is dedicated to the things that I eat and my utter disregard for health.