Today is Monday December Twenty Eighth Two Thousand Oh Nine. Tick tock goes the clock to Two Thousand Ten, no more of the "Oh" business. The end of this year is bittersweet in my mind because the first three weeks were the worst of my life but the last eleven months have been some of the best. I have grown so much as a man and I never thought that life could be this way. I never thought that I would like sobriety, I never thought much I guess. I have met a bunch of cool people and have become friends with some folks who have never seen me hammered. Never thought that would happen.
I am getting a tattoo to mark my first year of sobriety. It may be a cliche but this is the first time that I have done something in my life that warrants marking up my body for. I am getting the words...wait for it...you know what its going to be...I am getting the words "Grateful Not Dead" on my right shoulder in some sort of spiffy black type. Underneath the words I am going to get a star or a flying eyeball with a "1" in the middle. From then on my plan is to get another star or flying eyeball at five years, ten years, fifteen year, etc, etc. That way I don't have forty stars all across my back. Sounds sorta corny I guess but this is the single most important event in my life other than my own birth and I want to memorialize it. I am proud of my sobriety and I don't give a shit that people know about it. If you have not been a raging drunkard and opiate fiend then its really hard for you to know where I am coming from. Trust me, its really fucking important to me. I just have to figure out who I am going to get to write this simple phrase and icon on my back. I plan to check out a few studios and I am NOT going with the cheapest dude or dudette I find.
Only got paid for one week of work last week rather than the two I am owed. This occurred because I only filled out half my timesheet. Now I realize that this is totally my fault but it amazes me that Mr. Passive Aggressive Boy didn't say anything about it. Believe me if I had written any extra hours or didn't note when I left early or arrived late MPAB would def have caught it. Its really too bad that some people just suck and think only of themselves. I get used to people caring about your welfare in AA and I look for it in normal life but it just ain't going to happen.
Maine was relaxing although I did work out both Saturday and Sunday at my mom's health club. I did every exercise in both routines for some reason and it felt really good. The cardio still sucks and I don't know when I will ever enjoy riding to nowhere on the death cycle. I have seen the benefits from the past few weeks so I plan to continue this insanity. Have not lost a ton of weight yet but it is still early and I have cheated on my diet a few times. At least its been a few bowls of ice cream and a steak and cheese sub not a dozen candy bars and five donuts.
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