I eat a lot of bad food, and I’ve been trying to be better. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to do the right thing. Yesterday I had two chicken tacos and rice and beans. I’m sure there’s a ton of lard in the beans. Today we went to Rice Box, a Korean/Chinese restaurant because I thought that would be better for me. I had a lot of rice and a little Kung Pao chicken because that was the thing with the most vegetables. Well, I suppose there was kimchee and some sort of non-fermented cabbage as well, but who wants rice and cabbage for lunch? Turns out Kung Pao chicken is on the list of the worst things to eat. I may have to go back to cheeseburgers because they might actually be better for me.

I’m trying to improve my diet mainly because I’m at the gym 4 times a week and I should be doing more than just flopping around the floor and making everyone wait for me to finish. Today the workout of the day was 5 rounds of max pullups and max pushups (max just means you do as many as you can). We did as many pullups as we could and then as many pushups as we could and then rested for 3 minutes while our arms felt so tired that we thought they were going to fall off. Then we did it again. And again. And again. And again. At the very least I wanted my arms to fall off because they were so tired they hurt. Fortunately, my arms recovered quickly and I felt fine by the time we left. I don’t know how it will be tomorrow.

So you see, if I’m going to do a bunch of pullups, I really need to weigh less to make them easier. Sort of like when I was running, I wanted to be faster so my long runs wouldn’t take so long. It’s a goal, but not one I’m getting any closer to. People say it’s good to have goals.

Oh, hey, not only did I finish ordering my contacts and my prescriptions, but I also filled in a bunch of forms for my mom a doctor’s appointment. Unfortunately I’m getting to bed no earlier than I did last night.