Week Four Begins.

Body Fitness:

One month of exercise and a healthy diet is just four days away. It is almost surprising to think that I haven't been through a drive thru for a meaty hamburger in nearly 4 full weeks, and that I've eaten french fries only once in all that time. I used to cruise through a drive thru at least two or three times a week before this. 

I think I'm the only person who can see the changes so far (those that say they see them? Well, they're being nice and that is just fine). I added up today's caloric intake at about 1700 calories (100 under my target). It really does seem to center around eating ingredients rather than products. Ingredients are what they are. It is face value. An apple is an apple. Celery is celery. On the other hand, products have lists of ingredients. Now, I'm not saying I don't eat anything with a list of ingredients (I'm quite the fan of sausages made from birds), but I'm centering my diet around ingredients. An apple? A little over 100 calories. A candy bar will have 2 1/2 times the calories with less health benefits and won't fill you as well. I'm sold on the apples.

I'm not even nervous about the (shirtless) picture on Friday anymore. Bring it on!

Soul Fitness:

It is also just four days away from my quest for "Soul Fitness." Now, I realize there isn't a good quantitative measure to show the fitness of a soul (and the qualitative would be pretty tough to figure out as well).  I can only say that I'm continuing to look at the theater.  I've just finished watching a biography on Spalding Gray. Spalding Gray became a hero of min the first time I accidentally came across Swimming to Cambodia. His storytelling was magical. His ability to captivate and the absolute honesty of his work was bracing.

I was a young kid (well, youngish around 1989) who wanted to be a writer, and I wanted to tell my story. Here was this guy who did just that so well that you could film it, and it was entertaining for a full hour and a half! One person sitting down and telling their story might just be THE most honest act in the world. And you find the similarities between that person and yourself. You find the commonality between us through the act of storytelling no matter where that person is from or how different their experiences might be from our own.

I'm picking up a monologue I started some time ago. Let's see where that takes me.