Wednesday, August 18, 2010

A-huggin' the pillow where my baby used to lay

Two parking tickets and $100 later, I'm back. It's almost 10 in the morning and I'm at work, drinking a cup of coffee that, once upon a time, was warm. To my right is a bag of cereal (Mini Wheats), and beside that is the uneaten half of my Clif Bar. For me, the refrigerator holds two green tea Arnold Palmers, the rest of my green Naked juice, and a Pepsi Throwback (which, once again, will probably cause numerous new cavities in my teeth).
So this summer... It's been productive, to say the most. I earned an A and a B during summer school, am employed at a job I don't hate, moved into a new apartment, read a few books, bought a bunch of new records, chipped away at my debt (though I still have a long way to go), and I saw some sweet shows.
Debauchery, on the other hand, has not come out in full force this year. This could mean one of three things: 1) I'm slowing down in my old age, 2) I'm under control now that I have a girlfriendo, or 3) some summers are less action-packed than others. I don't know which idea I favor least, but I suppose it's not a bad thing that I haven't blacked out due to excessive drinking or recreational drug use. I've gotten high a few times, but the amount of smoke I've toked in various sessions this summer could have been inhaled in one sitting under my previous tolerance.
So summer's wrapping up and I still haven't registered for classes, which start on Monday. The only thing left to do before the summer is officially over is to go to New York for Labor Day weekend. It's about time I got out of Chicago for more than six hours.
Oh, so I think I understand something about my body. Ha, that sounds funny. Anyways, I feel as if my body has some kind of protective shield against alcoholism and cigarette addiction. Here's what I noticed:
When I drink heavily for an extended period of time, the calories from the liquor replace the calories from food. Basically, the more I drink, the less I eat. With cigarettes, the more I smoke, the less I eat.
This can mean a couple of things. First of all, this can be an obesity defense mechanism. Under this system, I will never gain weight (let alone become obese). What I meant by this being a shield against alcoholism and cigarette addiction is that I don't think it's possible for a human being to withstand the kind of malnutrition that goes on when I drink and/or smoke heavily. After a short period, my body is given a choice: cut it out, or die! I've always taken the first option.
Anyhow, speaking of food, my diet on Wednesdays is predominantly compressed foods, like Clif Bars and superfood juices. I would love to eat things that provide more than bare bones-sustenance but... I don't have time.

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