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Day 36: 33 is half of 66…incase you’re an idiot.
Hey there adoring fans (Bob Richard)!
So, today is the halfway point of starting the new habit that is “NO dairy and NO Coke Zero.”
It’s been 33 days since I gave up both, and research has shown that it takes 66 days to kick a habit or start a new one. Which is pretty convenient given the name of my blog (which is a relief because I had no idea what I was going to do with this whole 66-days-till-the-end-of-the-world-but-then-the-end-of-the-world-didin’t-happen-so-what-the-eff-is-my-blog-going-to-be-about-now-?-thing…plus I don’t have any money to buy a new domain name…nor am I creative enough to think another one up). So today is the check in point of how my life is as an Aspartameless P-gan….
What’s a P-gan? It’s a Pescetarian Vegan/a word I completely made up. What’s a Pescetarian you say? A really hot chick that doesn’t eat meat but still eats seafood. What’s a vegan? A really hot chick that doesn’t eat any animals or products produced by animals. In conclusion, a P-gan is a really hot chick who doesn’t eat meat, still eats seafood, but doesn’t eat any dairy products, and is really hot. Oh, I already mentioned really hot? Well, it just needed to be mentioned again for all of you hot single guys that read my blog (there are no hot single guys that read my blog…well maybe they do…until I start talking about my diet…and farts…I won’t talk about farts…girls don’t fart…well some do…the really mean ones fart all of the time…I’m not mean) and might be weirded out by a girl that you can’t take out for a burger even though she will gladly drink beer and eat french fries while you chomp on your rotting animal carcass so why don’t you just go ahead and ask me out already?
Pro’s about being a P-gan and quitting Aspartame
1. Your farts are nicer (as opposed to mean farts…don’t pretend you don’t know what a mean fart is…it’s exactly what you think it is…that’s the last time I talk about farts…how am I still single?).
2. You have more energy and need less sleep at night.
3. You’re skin is clearer.
4. You’re generally happier (not that you were depressed before, but for some reason you are super happy most of the time now…probably because of the nicer farts).
5. You get to explain what a P-gan is to people who seem really surprised that it has nothing to do with penises.
Cons about being a P-gan and quitting Aspartame
1. You gained a pound (which I’m sure has nothing to do with not working out and drinking beer instead…and remember that time when you said you were going to do 100 crunches a day? Yeah, well that only worked for 2 days fat ass…get your sh*it together…you’ve got 3 weddings to go to this year…by yourself…so it’ time to stop being polite and start getting real…this is the real world…Upper-upper-upper Westside).
2. People are disappointed that the word P-gan has nothing to do with penises.
Now, to be fair, I have to admit that I’m only about 90% P-gan as I did eat crawfish chowder 2 weeks ago and I’m pretty sure there was some butter in the mussels I ordered last night. And I guess I’m only 85% Aspartameless too because I’ve still been chewing some spearmint Orbit gum which I’m pretty sure has aspartame in it, but I haven’t found any gum that hasn’t. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m a complete fraud and you shouldn’t listen to anything I have to say and that all of my lying is probably the reason that I gained a pound. But I swear I haven’t had a diet soda since January 3rd, which was my 30th birthday, which was 33 days ago. Oh, and I may not be as hot as I previously mentioned…
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Day 71: Help! The Apocalypse shrunk my pants!
Hey there adoring fans (“Sabrina” from the Verizon Tech Support team that restored my 571 contacts)!
Ah, here we are. Safe and sound on December 26th. The world didn’t end. I ate cheese fries. Christmas was wonderful. I drank 7 bottles of wine. And here I am just 5 days post apocalypse and I can’t seem to button my pants. Surely it’s not my fault. I mean, my parents have a really hot dryer. My ass swelled on the 7 hour train ride home. There’s absolutely no way that opting to write a blog instead of eating right, taking dance class, and hitting the gym for 6 months would have any effect on my sexy body…
Ok. To be fair, the scale read 129.8 before I picked up my phone (You hear that? It’s the sound of the little x at the top of the screen being clicked on by any dude reading this post. What’s the matter fellas? Don’t want to read about a lady and her weight? But I’m naked in this picture. Does that help? No? Ok, tune in tomorrow where I will be talking about motorcycles and hand jobs). The truth is, I’ve only gained 5 lbs in the last year. The problem is that my body has turned into 129.8 lbs of cheese, salt and vinegar potato chips, coke zero and lots and lots of booze. I feel like crap and now that the world is not going to end, I guess I should start taking care of myself…you know, so I can look (and feel) really hot for the next apocalypse.
My first step was to re-watch this really awesome documentary called…
Hungry for Change
It’s by the same peeps that made Food Matters (Netflix that son!). It talks about all the effed up s*it that is going on with our food and yadda yadda yadda we should eat a more natural plant based diet. I did this whole 80% vegan diet for 5 months last year and felt awesome. I had also lost the 5lbs that I had put on, felt less tired, and had awesome skin. (You hear that? It’s the sound of anyone else that would rather suck on a lead based paint popsicle than read about a vegan diet). Don’t worry, I’m not going to document everything I eat and take pictures of my poop everyday. I’m just taking one step at a time to create a better life for my self (now that I’m going to be able to hold onto it for a little while longer).
Step 1: No more Coke Zero (gasp!)
I know I say this about twice a year, but this time I really am quitting coke zero. In my little documentary here, I’ve learned that aspartame is quite addictive (so you see, it’s not my fault that I drink 4 20oz bottles a day!). What happens is that it kills your cute little brain cells, but right before they die they get really excited, which makes you crave that feeling over and over again so you keep drinking more and more. And even though it is labeled as zero calories, the way your body deals with it is by turning it into sugar…or fat…or vaseline…or something (I may not have really paid attention to that part). Anywho, this stuff is terrible for you (as we already know…and as I just chose to ignore…you know, because we were going to be attacked by zombies).
So, instead of my usual morning stop at the gas stations, I opted instead to go to the organic market and grab a fresh vegetable juice.
Just a few pounds of juiced beets, spinach, celery, carrots, and garlic.
$4.79 are you trying to bankrupt me?!?! You evil organic market you!!
Breathe Sarah…just breathe. You usually drink like 3 Coke zeros a day which ends up being like $4.50 worth of dead little brain cells. You’ll be fine…or you’ll save up to buy yourself a juicer. Or meet a handsome rich man who will buy one for you. Screw that. You don’t need a man to get you what you need in life. You’re an independent woman! All my single ladies…all my single ladies…now put your hands up…
Anywho…no more coke zero or any other processed foods for me. I’m going 80% vegan (there’s probs going to be dairy in some unexpected food items that I hadn’t accounted for). Plus I’m still going to eat seafood. I’ll be what I like to call a P-gan (pescatarian-vegan). I’m trademarking that word (if I knew what trademarking meant). Let’s try this out for 30 days (minus my birthday) and see how it goes.
Wish me luck!