The truth is at the lunch table alone, it was never very popular
We're all huntin' for answers, but excuses make it harder to see
No judgement, I'll paint the first target on me...
Today is an anniversary of sorts. Not one to be proud of, brag about or really discuss openly but some of you will understand. I'm not trying to be vague or mysterious and if anyone wants to discuss it with me privately I'll be more than happy to. But the details aren't important here. Instead, I'll delve into something far, far more important.
I haven't set foot in a McDonald's in over 15 months. No Big Macs, no dollar menu doubles. No cokes, fries or apple pies. No horror-story made McNuggets. And, most importantly, no breakfast sandwich of the gods, the McGriddle...divinity wrapped in a syrup-infused pancake bun. Nope, not a one. With one exception. One terrible exception that gnaws away at me like a tapeworm. And if all the product and nutritional information were brought to light it would probably be just as disgusting:
2011 was a tumultuous year in the life of yours truly but from mistakes and hardships came growth and blessings as well. I have made progress in my health in the past year plus and rarely eat fast food (and by 'fast food' I mean burger-based establishments only...no one takes Taco Bell away from me). I still have a ways to go before I'm satisfied, and truly healthy, but I like to think I took life's lemons and made sugar-free lemonade. I feel better physically, emotionally and spiritually and as tough as last year may have been to go through I don't think I'd change it if I had a Delorean and the 1.21 gigawatts necessary to power it. I'm better today than I was before. And, let's face it, I was pretty damn good before.
But I ate a McRib. And THIS is the man responsible:
He looks like my friend, right? Raising a glass to the camera, both of us with the too-cool-to-smile-for-the-camera smirk on our faces. But he's the man who under the guise of friendship brought me the devil's own sandwich, the patriarch of processed pork products, the McDonald's McRib, to my workplace where I had little choice but to accept and to indulge. Oh, and he also brought fries. And orange soda. What kind of friend does that?
But enough patting myself on the back (I'm still not that flexible) and blaming others for calorie laden slip-ups. I haven't kept all the promises I made or met all the goals I had in mind on June 1st of last year. I've undoubtedly improved health wise but I've also backtracked much more so than I intended. Story of my life. I've also not made the changes I anticipated in other aspects of my life. Socially, romantically, emotionally, financially, I'm still very much a work in progress (as always, line forms to the left, ladies). I haven't kept up on this blog as much as I'd like, or as much as I tell myself all three of you reading this would like me to either. I need to take this anniversary as an opportunity to get back on track. To reclaim the man I used to think I was and who I believe I can be again, but only better. Only healthier. Only happier. Only more at peace. I need to be who me without worrying what everyone else thinks so much. Because from what I see, and I mean this as respectfully as possible, most of you do what the fuck you want and don't give a shit what I think anyway (I feel the swear words make the point more poignant). I try too hard for some people and not enough for others. And I don't try hard enough for myself.
I can do this. And more importantly, to your world anyway, I plan on making all of you listen to it as I boast, bitch, question, rant, philosophize, pontificate and generally ignore your pleas for mercy and silence. Because, like every other blogger and Facebook poster whether they admit it or not, I'm doing this for me.
And frankly, that's a good thing. Happy anniversary to me. And no more McRibs...CJ Johnson.
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