Yesterday, I ate meat!

Yesterday, I ate like a pig. I mean, really, what's the point of starting a diet without having a last hurrah? In a similar vein, what the point in making New Year's resolutions without breaking one right from the get go? Given the choice between bacon and eggs versus a banana and tea is a no brainer - and on New Year's Day of all days. I reckoned that my gastronomically poor choice of breakfast items could be justified in my delighting deliriously in the sheer amusement of knowing I was still just a non-conformist at heart. Principles trump resolutions. By the way, I ate the banana, too.

 Yesterday's menu included roasted chicken and potatoes, honey glazed ham, cornbread stuffing (from scratch!), candied yams, green bean almondine with bacon and red peppers, and carrot cake. All washed down with leftover Martini & Rossi Asti Spumante. I decided not to make pumpkin pie as that would have been excess. Didn't want to send the wrong message to our guests.

Yesterday was yesterday; today is today. I took one of those purple pills for indigestion and began my diet in earnest. Despite the come hither beckoning of some garlic and chives cheese spread, I revelled in my banana and tea. Hooray! Soon, I'll take a healthy stroll down the waterfront. I'll walk as far as the local Starbucks and resist the taunting temptation of a Toffee Nut Latte with Caramel Syrup and Whipped Cream - and be proud of myself for doing so! You all should be proud of me, too, for such intestinal fortitude does not come easy to weak willed lovers of comfort food. After all, what's the point of being a non-conformist if you have to conform to your own principles all the time?

Yesterday was nice, but thank God for January 2nd!

God speed to you all.

PS. Thanks for reading. What resolutions did you break and how quickly did you break them? Let me know. There's strength in numbers.

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In with the old, out with the new ....

In a conversation with my mom last week, she mentioned that it was easier to talk to me about "wooly things" than "straight things". I asked what she meant by "wooly"; she had no response. It was just one of those sort of non-sequiturs that come along in conversation from time to time. The truth is I knew what she was talking about, even though the conversation's subject matter was anything but "wooly". It was about life and death, the passage of time and friends ... but not so much about the meaning of life. As usual, what you see is not what you get. Yes, such is life.

I hung up on her and put on a cozy wool sweater that was unravelling. Again, such is life. All that we tether to us, eventually tatters and falls away.

Maybe my life would be better spent picking up the pieces of life's daily dander, rather than incessantly scratching the itches of whims that come and go. Maybe not, but then since it's New Year's Eve, it's a good time for pensiveness. That's why I started this blog today. This coming New Year threatens to be a pretty bleak one. Yet, onwards I plod, sparkling wine in hand, surging forward to face it, not unlike a deer caught in a pickup's headlights.

Time for some resolutions:
- Lose weight
- Make money
- Practice guitar one hour a day
- Write a blog
- Figure out what it all means

Being fairly realistic here, don'tcha think? Then again, maybe I'm just pulling the wool over my own eyes again... as usual. At least it's better than sticking my head in the ground. After all, ignorance is bliss, but denial is just plain stupid.

Happy New Year.

PS. Thanks for reading. Some days you get philosophy, some days you get cornbread stuffing recipes. That's just the way it goes.

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