Debacle and Diet Coke
This starts tonight and man, I am stoked. Flesh Wizard is all over The Stranger this week, and hey, there’s even kind of a picture of me in there. Celebrity coming through; watch out now, no eye contact. We’ve been working on a set for tonight pretty hard, which has been doubly good. It’s made the no Diet Coke thing a lot easier to deal with, and has been pretty successful in distracting myself from a low-level anxiety attack that I’m pretty sure has been tormenting my brain for a couple of weeks now.
Fuck you, brain.
Five days, not a single drop of soda. I understand that this is an accomplishment if you’re a 7th grader or something, but I’m pretty happy about it. I’m dealing with it a lot better than expected. I’ve had exactly zero caffeine headaches, and there are surprisingly fewer holes punched into my wall than I expected.
My weight loss has understandably slowed down, but I expect it to actually pick up again next week, once my body has fully adjusted to the lack of formaldehyde, or baby goat tears, or whatever sorrow-based chemical they pump into that stuff. Yesterday I weighed 260, flat. I was pretty impressed, I somehow gained 2 lbs since then, but I really can’t stress about that now. Weight is being lost, and aside from this weekend's potential for irresponsible drinking, I’m finally making real progress again.
Seriously though, this weekend is going to be pretty awesome, and you should go to it. That’s not a plug, like this, but a honest suggestion.
