Incredibly shallow thoughts ahead.

First of all, I need to get my ass to the grocery store. My fridge is pathetic, and my pantry is filled with power bars. That’s it. I need protein. I need veggies. I need a plan. I need not have another week of eating a high volume of Subway turkey subs because I’m too lazy to go to the Kroger that is literally NEXT DOOR to the Subway.


Secondly, my yellow labrador is not having a good day. It drives me nuts when my buddy isn’t willing to chase a squirrel or hump his Girlfriend (big teddy bear) Consuela.

Next, I need NOT remember that there is a 1/2 gallon of Hudsonville Grand Traverse Cherry Fudge ice cream in my fridge. I may have had a small bowl last night, and it would be a lie to deny that I’m already thinking about it this morning.

And then, I’ve decided that Tracy Anderson is the devil. I’m doing her beginning weight loss DVD and today I added the weights. My arms are still shaking.

I have a goal this week. Instead of being a snarky smartass, I’m going to abstain from making flippant comments. I’m going to be honest, real and if I don’t have anything good to say, I’m not going to say anything at all. Wonder how long that will last?


Finally, I’m using a new method to combat North Texas African like heat. It’s silly, but I keep looking at my pictures of my parents place in Northern Michigan. I’m looking at snaps of Christmas trees. I’m researching winter stews. I’ve decided that I’m going to trick my brain into thinking it’s not 90+ degrees.

With this in mind, I give you one of my favorite songs about winter. Ok, so maybe it’s not about winter, but it does mention winter and if you look closely at the video, there is a baby Robert Downey Jr. in the clip.