3rd day

Yea, I know, I missed a day so fucking sue me.

In case I didn’t it in an earlier blog (or you didn’t read it), I live and work in Egypt. Buying groceries here is a real pain in the ass. You either drive into Cairo 1.5 hours, fight the crowds and bail ass out, hopefully not getting run over in the process or you go to the little local stores and hope for the best. The small stores here are a hit-and-miss expierence.

If you find something you like, you have better buy it all or next week when you come back, it will be gone and likely not restocked again.

In short, I’m still pretty much eating whatever I can find, healthy or not. Fresh fruit is difficult to get in this area, calls for another trip to either Cairo or Suez and while fresh, goes bad pretty quick. Veggies seem a bit easier to get but not in decent variety.

It is Easter weekend here, the Coptic Christian holidays seem to be about a week off from the ones in the USA. Everybody will be back to work on Tuesday and hopefully the boredom will be over.

On an aside, read this headline from www.wnd.com: “Israel preparing massive strike on Iran”

Being about 125 miles from the Egyptian/Israel border is a bit worrisome. And from what the article says, it is all Obama’s fault because he is “behind the learning curve” on Iran. Don’t give me wrong, I don’t like Obama anymore than I like Bushwacker but give me a fucking break! If this happens, it won’t be the fault of past presidents and piss poor US foreign policy, it will be Obama’s fault because he did not learn fast enough!

Give me a fucking break!

Not actively surviving is passively dying

“Not actively surviving is passively dying,” Ori Hofmekler

I am passively dying, Ori is right. He wrote a book called Warrior Diet (www.warriordiet.com)

I have a confession to make. I’m fat, not just fat, fucking fat.

Why? Well, you see, I was abused as a child, didn’t get to watch the TV I wanted to. Also I didn’t get to dance with the prom queen in high school. So you see, it really isn’t my fault. I eat to heal my bruised emotions (sniff, sniff).

Okay, enough of that bullshit. I was not abused as a child, didn’t go to the prom, and watched pretty much all the TV I wanted. Enough of the Dr. Phil/Oprah bullshit.

I am fat because…….(Ready for it?)

I fucking eat too much and don’t exercise! (oh, and drink too much beer).

So today is the first day.

Today I start to transform myself. I will start exercising and eating less (and better).

I’m going to stop smoking those damn cigars.

So what is the point of this? Society would tell me that I should be happy with myself the way I am, that it is not my fault. It is the fault of the fast-food companies, tobacco companies, anyone but me.

And in response I would say, fuck you. I am responsible for myself. I can make changes and not allow myself to go to shit and then blame it on someone, or something else.

Fuck you Oprah, Dr. Phil and anyone else that takes my responsibility for myself away from me.

Are there people out there that have emotional problems that cause them to overeat? Suppose there are but they are not the majority. A majority of the fat fucks out there have made choices that have brought them to that point. It is THEIR fault, nobody else.

Put down that Twinkie, get off your fat ass and do something about it. Join me. Get pissed off and yourself and anyone that tries to hold you back from reaching your full potential, whatever that may be.

Randal