Friday, June 6, 2008

I’m sure that there must be something wrong with me (I’m certain that there is), but I like the weather when it changes like this. It’s taken me decades to get used to the weather here in the Midwest, but I finally am. I like the deadly nature of it (pun intended). Sure, they have mudslides and fires in Los Angeles where I grew up there, but nothing to rival the explosive weather we see around here almost weekly. Heck, these days we even have our own earthquakes, too. Take our extreme temperature and add in a tornado or two, a violent hailstorm, and some flooding, top it off with the driest air in the world during winter and 100% humidity in the summer, and you’ve got a weather cornucopia that can’t be beat.

It’s Thursday evening and we are heading out to celebrate Mike’s birthday. For me, it will be the second day in a row. I believe Mike also has a party scheduled for himself on Saturday. I don’t mind going out to dinner (Reel Club in Oakbrook), and I don’t mind the endless celebrations. What I find amusing is the fact that Mike thinks 25 is a milestone birthday. The only milestone I can think of that occurs when someone turns 25 is that they can now rent a car without a $500 deposit. Maybe we’ll all go out to ORD and watch Mike rent a car after dinner. I am really going to try and limit my intake of food, but it’s hard to pace yourself at a place that keeps putting fresh and cheesy mini-popovers on the table. They really don’t stop bringing them.

I am presently eating too much and getting fat. It has an out-of-control feel to it. I am toying with the idea of taking ten days off from working out. I would make it a week, but I like to start new things on Monday, so since I have stopped working out as of Thursday I can either have my hiatus last 4 days or ten. How desperate am I to gain control over myself? I’m already feeling guilty about not working out before going out to dinner. I have working out faithfully or the past 3 years for one hour each day, and it seems like I’ve reached a dead end. I am gaining weight, and it’s not muscle mass. I keep using the workout as a way to rationalize eating more. Working out does make me feel good, but eating makes me feel even better.