February 23, 2009 (54/365)

I've been eating like William Conrad at an all-you-can-eat buffet tonight. I've decided it's a self-destructive act. It's unusual for me to eat like this, and it's unusual for me to eat this much utter crap. I'm going to try once again tomorrow to get back into the workout routine I abandoned because of Christmas. I'm back up a belt notch, and I feel unhealthy again. Half-assed and generally unsuccessful though it was, I did manage to drop an inch or two off my waist and wasn't feeling quite so physically worthless when I was working out. I just wish working out wasn't such an irredeemable grind for me. I'm one of those "lucky" few people who don't get the endorphin rush from workouts, so it's simply every-other-day torment. I'm not a masochist.