It's a Good Ass Day

In tribute to the young man that was laid to rest today, I would like to remind everyone that life is entirely too short.  It was almost a year ago that I lost my mother.  She hadn't been sick.  I had no time to prepare and talk with her.  It was just a freak ass accident that left me making this shit up as I go along.

Today, I watched them close the casket on a 21-year-old young man whose only crime was to ride a car with his girlfriend when she was sleepy.

Wow.

How would you begin to expect something like this? So how do you close out something so shocking that no one in the room wants to see?  You roll his airtight casket out with the hood classic, It's a Good Ass Day, as the processional soundtrack.  After all, it was he would have wanted it that way.

Funny thing was when it came on and the doors to the outside where opened, it did feel like a good ass day.  Despite all of the hurt of the previous year and the pain of facing this one, it will be okay.

Sadkhin Complex? Yep, I can do it with my eyes closed...

It's not fun when your belly migrates and hangs over your pants.  It is also no fun when you find your second chin showing in any of your smiling photos.  I know for a fact that both of these things are true because I have lived with them.

At my largest, I was more than 200 pounds.  I swore that it was the baby weight.  Problematic when the "baby" is more than a year old.  Even more problematic when the baby is seven.  So here I was not at 200, but not that far removed either and not so happy about it.  My good friend says you should try the Sadkhin Complex and that it shouldn't be hard for me because I'm a vegetarian.

At this point, anything short of eating sand day and night sounds appealing.  What have I got to loose except some unwanted weight.  Hell, I can do anything for a month.  So I went.  That was about 26 days ago.  Also, 12 pounds ago.  Two days on fruits and veggies.  Two days of milk products (soy or almond for me, thank you much).

The catch is keeping myself motivated and coming up with vegetarian specials that don't include my favorite indulgence, beans.  It has been worthwhile and I won't sell you a bill of goods and say that I haven't had anything deemed illegal by the program.  After all, it was my bright idea to partake of Hungry Howie's three cheeser bread -- a bold move that landed me on my bathroom floor overcome by the sickness that results from the shock of grease in a clean system.

I will tell you that it is a process of mentally unpacking all of that food-related baggage that I have.  So let's go on and get this last 19 pounds off.  I can't wait!