My ventures without porn weren’t as exciting this time around. I knew what to expect and how to cope due to my previous attempt, but a refresher is always nice. I still failed, mind you, but changes in lifestyle make for uncomfortable living, and if you’re always comfortable you’ll never really change. So be the change today, you hear? Whatever. And given I didn’t give much thought as to what I can do for my next 40, how about I do another cop out and attempt life without chocolate again? This time I might actually succeed in keeping it out of my life for the full 40. No, not going to leave the blog post like this, because that would be boring and a waste of your time. How about my last 48 hours of a chocolate filled life? No really, it’s a good story. I hope.
Two nights ago after work I noticed I needed gas for my car, and thought it would be the perfect excuse to get some junk food from the local Kwik Trip. Along with the gas I bought a pork rib sandwich, cheese filled bread sticks, chocolate covered peanuts and milk to wash it all down. A dinner of fat champions it was. Ate it all whilst exploring the city at night, which is pretty much the only time I can do as such these days. Police be damned, I’m going to legally enjoy my right to wander the public streets in my car, snacking away. Continue reading