Day 4

Today was an obstacle day. A work party with a free buffet. A buffet usually equals, "eat lots of foods, many breads, and get some dessert." Luckily, when eating with a group of people I'm not comfortable around/don't know well, I tend to try to keep up some sort of image of an atypical fat guy. This means I ate 1 plate of sensible food, and some salad, no dessert, no soda. I also got in "exercise" with 2.5 hours of bowling, which I put in that column, because... well I stood the entire time. Think positive I believe, and maybe I'll make it through rough points.

However, as I'm not particularly satisfied with my job, these types of events tend to leave me angry/frustrated/etc. So when left a choice for dinner, I chose the easy path. I went to Wendy's... I'm not sure why, I have this blog on my mind a lot, and I knew I shouldn't, but went ahead anyway. Maybe it was comforting, maybe it's the ease that fast food brings, the rush of sugar and fat. Regardless, weak excuses, but that's what the blog is for, a reflective mirror.

The archetype of the hero always means he has to go through hell, maybe gain some powers/knowledge, and make his way out. A recurring theme throughout literary history, and hopefully it's not too pretentious to call this a similar journey, and I'm in my underworld right now.

Current Weight: 299 pounds (evening, normal clothes, no shoes)