Just got back from a ridiculous road trip involving Canada and massive amounts of Chinese food. I’m not going to weigh myself tonight, because I realize that it’s going to be a huge regression. And you know what?
“If you’re concerned about your health, you should probably avoid products that make health claims. Why? Because a health claim on a food product is a strong indication it’s not really food, and food is what you want to eat.”—
I’m sort of a metaphysical Catholic, in that churches make me feel claustrophobic and outraged, I hate the Pope…but my family is Catholic and I still believe Jesus is mah homeboy and shit.
Point being, I was praying tonight and I realized I’m a fuckin’ dumbass. Because I pray every night to God to help me lose this extra weight, when really, I should be praying for the strength to continue to keep trying.
Because it’s like that old saying, right? If you pray to God to help you carry a large load, He’s more likely to grant you a strong back than a donkey.
And that was my religious epiphany for the evening.