That felt good.

I'd like to thank Chevrolet for the motto of last night's sleep...

"Like a rock"

And now a day off?
Wonderful. Time to get some shit done.

I'm impressed.

Today was a fucking fantastic day, and I'm impressed. I genuinely feel pretty good about it and if I could manufacture more days like this, or give them out like Christmas gifts, I'd be one popular motherfucker.

Why? Honestly I don't know. It wasn't because of anything in particular - some given event or revelation, but because of a lot of little things.

I will say one thing... It was not my wakeup. My 545am wakeup was yet again absolute balls. I have to do this twice a week? I am obviously no fan of this. However my morning warmup (yoga) was decent and my sizeable yet nutritious breakfast was good.... And then my day continues...
- I am FULLY engrossed in The Soul of a Chef by Michael Ruhlman. Reading it on the train to and from school is a pleasure. (and it's reinvigorating my culinary spirit)
- Class went well, I like to think my smartass comments were yet again a hit, and I think I rocked my management presentation.
- DESTOYED my back at the gym in the best way possible.... And ran a couple miles without feeling like I was going to die.
- Found an acceptable undershirt for Tough Mudder which not only makes me look stupid ripped but it was ridiculously cheap.
- Felt like a champ after getting a good trim at what will likely be my barbershop of choice going forward... And had a wonderful and enlightening discussion while getting it done.
- Bought a 4lb. jug of whey protein. New protein is always exciting.... Well for some of us it is...
- Got my groceries for the week (<3 food)... And last but in no way close to least....
- Made chili cheese burgers for dinner which were absolutely amazing. I mean fucking-epic-in-your-mouth and one day this-will-be-on-my-menu good. Not exactly a healthful meal but sometimes you just gotta eat.

Speaking of.

I'll start looking into posting 'easy, quick and healthy recipes for single people' as someone has requested it, and frankly it's a pretty good idea... Maybe I can make something of this blog. We will see. It shouldn't be too hard... Right?

Either way. I'm going to make a concerted effort to try and relish the little things in life that make my days feel like this one... I felt good, followed my gut and didn't sweat the small shit. Keep it up and maybe soon I'll have more fucking-epic-stacked-on-epic days like this one. I can only hope.

"Enjoy the journey."

Where is this going?

No, seriously, I don't know.
Someone tell me. If perhaps I knew where this is going, this whole process might be a bit easier.

I've been told I have a certain skill with writing. Finesse, panache, flair... Good words? It sounds to me like some people are just trying to make me feel better for spilling my guts all over a keyboard, with many, many words and syllables.
I have been known to write a lot. Both during my four year stint at Waterloo and then during my time in China, until the "Party" (fun word for a pretty unfun group) shut down access to Wordpress. Still, I have worked on my writing quite a bit and I might agree that perhaps I have got a little skill with it... Though I also often edit the balls out of what I've written to make myself sound eloquent, well spoken and funny. All things I am often not. A little from column A (skill) and a little from column B (editing), perhaps. I will however, attempt to not turn this blog into a series of over-edited diatribes and waste everyone's time. Most notably, my own. ....Though now that I think about it, this is for me, reader, so fuck you!... If I wanna go off on a topic I will! I'm pretty good at the occasional (every day?) diatribe. I'll just try to avoid the over-editing.

So. What the hell am I doing here? My best friend suggested that starting a blog again might be a good experience... cathartic (love that word) even. I've been struggling to find some personal direction. Perhaps my thoughts-cum-penmanship might help me find a path, or at the very least could be a good outlet for some serious angst I hold within. I don't anticipate (nor perhaps want) legions of followers for my brains chicken scratch on the internet. That just seems awkward. But at the same time I do think that there may be a few people that might be interested in what I have to say. Might.

What are my interests then? What in the hell shall I ever write about? I fully expect to end up scribbling random notes of nonsense on the occasion. Random thoughts and considerations. But likely more often than not I'll end up on here spending an hour (...ugh, really?) carefully detailing a post regarding my interests.... Food. Fitness. Fun.
I'm a cook. I eat well. I workout. These things I do in spades. I occasionally like to do things that one might consider "fun" or "entertaining". Perhaps that might show up in my thoughts here at some point. But really, I'm intending on this blog being an outlet for my fitness and food interests. I love food and enjoy the hell out of talking to people about cooking. And fitness? Working out? I usually spend an hour or two a day doing some kind of exercise... Maybe I can motivate some others to do the same? It is good for you... and goddamn it makes you feel good.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Nobody's reading this shit yet. And again... this isn't *really* for you. We will see how this goes. I can say with confidence however, that I am never going to get derailed into rambling about stupid shit like Miley Cyrus' floppy ass, or ... God knows what.

And now here we are. I've spent some time writing and "where is this going?" has now, maybe, turned into something concrete. Well, perhaps as "concrete" as words on the internet can get... But it is an intended direction. Safe to say that is better than nothing. I'll try to keep up on the writing. Call me selfish, but... For me. Not for you.