239. I think my body has been extra hungry this week in preparation for
illness, as I now have diarrhea. I listened to the realaudio interview at
www.notmilk.com, and it started my brain thinking. Right now, I really
don't want to marry my girlfriend, but after my Birthday on the 28th, things
might change. Anyway, my girlfriend is sterile. I'm wondering if anyone
knows where I can get dog's milk, or better yet, human breast milk, in case
we adopt a kid. I'm really uncertain if I want to bring a child into this
current world, but right now I'm not sure. I mean, my kid would have a real
fighting chance to be Excellent given a Paleolithic diet and a working
knowledge of NLP from a young age. The diet would make my kid strong,
healthy, and probably over 6 feet tall despite my short ancestry on my dad's
side. NLP would make the kid a social nightmare, as well as giving him or
her the ability to set and achieve goals. On the other hand, I'm worried
that I'll give the kid too hard of a time trying to make it into something
perfect.
I think I figured out what's making me plateau. . . When I first
started dieting last year, I was on Deal a Meal. Because it was so
god-aweful, I set a modest goal of 242 pounds. After that, I'd go on
maintainence, because, well, Richard Simmon's diet sucks ass. Front 242 is
one of my favorite bands, so that's why I chose that number. Maybe if I
start listening to Blink 187. . .
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