Breathing my Mind into Your Face

It’s 4:36 in the morning. I sort of slept in my son’s bed but was never peacefully asleep. He was sleeping in my room with my wife so I decided to let them be and play musical beds. I went up a shade before midnight after watching The Beguiled on Netflix. It was mentioned in the book i’m reading called “South to America” by Imani Perry. I ate a bunch of crap right before bed because I can’t eat anything today as I prep for my anal exploration tomorrow. The actual exploration is Friday morning but I can’t eat food today and have to take a bunch of laxatives. They call this anal incursion the colonoscopy. I do occasionally shit blood liquid so let’s hope for health. 

My initial plan was to only eat the keto friendly Mongolian beef from Costco with keto unfriendly rice at six o’clock. I wanted to suffer a little more so I could lose a couple extra pounds. If they can survive days without food on naked and afraid while getting their nuts devoured by bugs and stalked by a jaguar, I should be able to handle it. I can do hard things. Fuck that, treat yo self! I started with three dark dove chocolates with peanut butter, then moved on to a bowl of banana caramel cheerios, a chocolate chip cookie, fun size skittles topped with a pixy stick, and full size Twix bar. Visions of The Rock enjoying his late night peanut butter pancakes danced in my head. It’s my cheat meal bro! I went to Orange Theory yesterday morning and burned 736 calories so get off my fucking back!