On Neglect, or Mission: One Out of Three IS Bad

I'm seriously gonna have to start blogging with greater consistency than this. Unfortunately, my inspiration only seems to hit me at 3 in the morning, so by the time I'm done editing and all, I'm spent. Definitely gonna have to pick up the pace when the Mission really takes off, though.

Argh, the Mission. I think the devil on my shoulder is rebelling against the whole idea of this thing. Case in point: my eating habits suck, y'all might as well find out now. I have this godawful habit of forgetting to eat. Not deliberately skipping meals, not knowingly putting off the eating process, just forgetting. My days are pretty full, especially now as I move full-speed ahead towards finding my own place in Brooklyn, plus the work that I do, plus social obligations, so eating, especially during the day...well, like I said, I forget. And today was no different. I woke up around 11 a.m., sit in my room for most of the day making phone calls and doing all my online crap, no breakfast. Three o'clock rolls around, I'm still on the phone, Tweeting (damn you Twitter for your heroin-esque side effects), basically doing my day. No lunch. Forgot. I mean completely slipped my mind.

So now we're at 7 o'clock. And it strikes me, "hey, you haven't eaten yet". So I throw some sneakers on and make my way to the Chinese restaurant, where I proceed to buy an obscene amount of food. Like if food was porn, this would be the equivalent of a gangbang. My rationalization behind buying this much food (nature of food addiction exhibit A coming at you in 3...2..1) was that I'd have leftovers for the next day. Of course, what I neglected to admit to myself was that I was ravenous. Which resulted in me going home and consuming enough food for all of you, your mothers, your dogs, your dogs' mothers, and well, you get the drift.

Even as I sat gnawing on a rib with the voracity of Hannibal Lecter at Thanksgiving, I was saying to myself that I must get in the habit of eating three times a day. Which incidentally, is part of my gameplan. Even if I have to stick a Post-It on my footboard just to remind myself, I have to eat 3 times a day, there's just no getting around that. And maybe it's a good thing that I'm at least thinking along those lines (because trust me, this line of contemplation never entered my cerebral cortex prior to the planning stages of MSAPF), but thinking about it isn't taking any pounds off. I've got to put this thing into action, and I feel like I've at least gotta start taking the steps now, because it's not like January 4th is about to trigger some cosmic shift in the way I think.

I know this post is shorter than usual, but it'd be real nice to get to sleep before 5 a.m. And if I wake up early enough, I promise, I'll eat a healthy breakfast.

P.S. Susan Powter (of "Stop the Insanity" fame) said hi to me on Twitter! And wished me luck on MSAPF! How cool is that?

P.P.S. In the middle of writing this post, I spilled an entire can of Diet Pepsi on my bed, forcing me to flip my mattress, change my sheets, frantically try to salvage my laptop, and all that madness. Which I am officially declaring as my first attempt at exercise. I've got the asthma attack to back up this claim. And it sucked. Just thought you should know.