Y'all know by know that I have a bottomless well of hate to draw from.
What can I say - it's what makes me special.
Anyway, this endless supply of hate can be used for good or evil, so I'm deciding to use it for good.
I've lost 10 pounds so far, hating this additional weight, using the extra time and motivation from the time I've gotten back from the demon-bitch that is METRO. (I missed giving the 102 both middle fingers this morning by 10 seconds)
And, if I keep this up, I'm going to reach 175.
Just as many years ago, I imagine stomping Jim Stanley's face into a bloody pulp with every step I walked, I'm going to imagine it's thief-in-chief of METRO Frank Wilson's face now.
This means I'll be eating healthy stuff at work for lunch, and I may just get in a few coworkers faces who leave out big tubs of chocolate candy within smelling distance. In fact, I'm going to put this tub of junk in the break room right now.
Um... the celery I chew on is... um... Frank's spine? Fingers?
Maybe this doesn't work out so right after all.
My walk from the 9 drop-off to work is 7 blocks. The drop-off from the 53 to home is about the same, although I've been known to walk 7 blocks back to the 9 to catch a mall run and then long walk home.
I walked to the grocery store and back yesterday to pick up some more healthy grab-snacks for work. Hummus and fat-free wheat crackers, baby!
Then, when I get home and I reboot the computer, that downtime is sit-up time. Just as the boot-up time in the morning is.
If I can make a difference for others, the least I can do is try to make a difference with myself and stick to this plan.