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Hoshizora Miagereba (I look Up at the Starry Sky)

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So Here I am.

On the tail end of one of the most amazing weddings I think I have ever witnessed.  It couldn’t have gone better even if it was filmed.  Thanks God, the setting sun’s rays through the trees in the exact moment  Judith walked down the aisle was a nice touch.  Not even messing around, world.  It is only Cliche when it isn’t happening right in front of your eyes.  That is when it becomes something spectacular.

So this weird thing, this “Blog” of sorts that basically equates to my jumped-up, long-winded verbal effluence mixed with a little oregano and pizzazz has meet a 1,500 view statistic this week.  Which I found stambaffelting.  That being said I have some concerns…

ONLY 1500?  Come on America.  I think we can do better than that.  Especially considering that at LEAST 400 of those are my mother. Continue reading “Hoshizora Miagereba (I look Up at the Starry Sky)” →

West-Bound While Change Pours Through the Daylight.

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Long time.

I graduated. Again. Whoo hoo. I am officially through with my education.  I never realized this until I stepped out of my last final, but school and higher education is like slowly eeking your way through 18 years of protective Jello.  Now I’m out of the mold, getting slapped in the face with 10,000 hungry spoons of a world I didn’t know existed.  It is disconcerting, especially when I am more of a fork guy. Continue reading “West-Bound While Change Pours Through the Daylight.” →

Dark Meat

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420 lbs.

So the first summer of my weight loss ended.  I was secure in my hold on both not eating after 6 o’clock and anything carbonated had now become the liquid equivalent of my mother’s “no-no” room.  I basically had anxiety attacks anytime I got within a few feet of it.  Then the school year started.  I was worried about how I would handle living with constant food access and no helpful family members to give me the stink eye.  I was terrified that the work I had started would be entirely erased in a month’s time.

Luckily, my will held out.  The first few weeks I had to really watch myself.  I had moved to the bigger house, the one that has the kitchen in it.  That meant access to food was that much closer, that much easier to sneak.  As I said previously, I was becoming two different people:  the one who wanted to lose weight, and the one who wanted things to stay the same.  Continue reading “Dark Meat” →