I think I'm in love

with Dr. A and his Habits of Health. Well, at least after chapter 1. He told me what I've known now, for  long time..."It's not my fault my ass is this size." There are a variety of reasons, beyond my control, which have lead to having the amount of junk that is in this trunk. Me thinks that chapters 2-10(?) will tell me what to do to combat these reasons that are beyond my control and I'm getting the feeling that a "Change is a coming." And that I may not enjoy parts of it. Alas, that's what we are here to do. No one said that Operation S.A. would be kittens and rainbows shooting out of my ass. (For those of you lost on who Dr. A is and what this is all about, it is my homework assigned to me by Coach K.)
Couch to 5K begins one week from today. I have officially declared March 1 the start day. It should be good. No, it WILL be good. Gotta have that positive attitude, right?
The void is driving me insane right now. He's had a very stressful week, with lots of work crap that I wouldn't want to deal with, and I understand that, BUT. I don't drink milk, SOOOO, I don't check the expiration date on it. I bought it Monday, the date on the jug is today, it smells fine, so drink the shit, or buy your own goddamned milk. I came home yesterday to find 98% of the bedding on our bed in a heap on the floor. Automatically, I know that the remote is missing. What are you, a two year old? Lets throw a fittie and throw everything in a pile because you actually have to get up and turn the television off. (P.S. the remote had fallen behind the bed, simple common sense would have told one this.) This morning, we throw another fittie screaming, "FUCK, OUCH," because we have tripped on a blanket lying on the floor. ITS A BLANKET NOT A BRICK! And it's a blanket which YOU have kicked off over night. Duh....These are the times in which I need a true home gym so I can go and do some intense weight lifting and grunt my frustrations out. Actually, I think I might buy a medicine ball and play a little catch so I can throw heavy shit at him.... and he wonders why I feel the need to drink...