If you have 30 seconds and a mute button, can you watch my video again to support my quest for the Vancouver USA Marathon sponsorship from the fine folks at TRX? I’ll stop bugging you eventually, I’d just really like to get 1000 views.
I may have promised to raffle a coffee cup featuring my fine ass on Twitter. I know there might be a fight breaking out over that prize, but watch the video anyway. I’d do it for you.
I’m giving up alcohol and participating in Dry January. I thought I would wait two weeks into the new year before making such a bold public declaration. Nothing like crashing and burning with an audience.
I’m reasonably sure I’m going to make it now because I’m only giving it up for a month. You know, just to test the “I can quit anytime theory.” I’d miss blacking out and waking up in dog urine too much to give it up entirely. Also Rehab around these parts looks nothing like Betty Ford or Promises and I’m not sharing a room with a girl named Bubba. A few weeks away means no dishes and NO blow jobs.
Dry January was proposed by Kristin over at Peace, Love, and Muesli. For as much damage as I have done to my liver over the years, I treat the rest of my body pretty well. I am interested in fueling my body properly as well as exercise. I like to learn new things and be in the know about trends in nutrition and Kristin does the legwork for me. This dry January business was all her idea and at the time I was reading it, I was most likely hungover. Of course it seemed like an excellent idea. If I’m not as much fun this month, blame her.
Kidding aside, I don’t drink often. When I do drink, I *may* drink too much. After too many holiday parties and calories, I thought it would be an easy way to eliminate extra calories and I love a good challenge. You did see this picture of my ass, right?
In defense of my ass, it is trapped in a pair of my 12 year old daughter’s pants. I work out at 05:30 every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with my neighbor Heather. On this particular morning I overslept and was rushing to throw clothes on and mistakenly grabbed my daughters XXS pants. I didn’t notice until I got under the bright lights of my home gym and the unforgiving full length mirrors. Let’s just say the view from the back was a helluva lot better than the view from the front.
That camel needed a mani and a pedi.
Wish me luck on my next two weeks of sobriety, I’m reasonably sure I will make it. My strategy is going to be to blog about my best hangovers to remind myself of the sheer number of times I have vowed to “never drink again”. I’m sure I have enough stories to fill the next few weeks.
Stay tuned. Unless of course Charlie Sheen gives me a call.
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