jk, G. K. !!

someone gave me a copy of G. K. Chesterton's book The Everlasting Man, and because i was drowsing through most of my educational experience, i cannot for the life of me tell you if that's supposed to be italicized, underlined, capitalized, in quotes, or a combination of any three.  i guess it would depend on if i was talking APA, MLA, or turabian.   and i don't even know how to spell that, and neither does my spell check.  so i just had my mind blown away by this incredible author, and i forgot what i was going to say because my own grammar-snobbish hypocrisy has overwhelmed my being and i am about to wither in shame.

or i'll just take another sip of this fantastic caramel frappaccino from Starbucks, which is my hangout place tonight.  i've plugged in to David Platt, so at least i can follow his thoughts better and i know most of his grammar mistakes. 

side note: speaking of Starbucks, there's a poster in the bathroom that says Startbucks has been ethically making coffee since 1971. this is completely useless information unless they can provide what sort of ethical or philosophical worldview they can base that statement off of, but i appreciate their effort.

if this were a conversation and not just a blog post, there would have been a 3 hour awkward pause because there was some great coffe shop music playing and i got distracted.

and now i am sitting in my christmas-present Dr. Suess pajama pants waiting until tomorrow morning when i can eat again.

some co-worker who shall remain nameless until the hunger wears off convinced me to participate in a new program at work that is intended to revitalize my life, inspire dreams, increase my lifespan and lower my already borderline-dangerously low blood pressure.  yeah.  it's called the Healthy Heights program, and i get a free blood draw tomorrow to test my cholesterol and glucose.  later on, i will meet with a fitness trainer and set 3 new goals for this coming year.  the poster in the staff break room says i could earn $200, too.  yeah- guess what our main motivation was ;)

i preceded the fast with a trip to Starbucks, which happens to be directly across the street from Chick-Fil-A.  so if my LDLs are up 500 points tomorrow, i will know exactly why :)

until then, i shall wallow in bitterness because knowing i can't eat (stupid fasting lipid profile!!) is making me want food even more.  i also know that i really did let myself get talked into this, so i can't even blame my co-worker.  instead, i talked another nurse into also coming tomorrow morning, and into eating a last supper with me at said Chick-Fil-A. 

it has also occurred to me that if i eat too much Chik-Fil-A this year, i will not be able to fit into the royal blue scrub uniforms, which policy is also being implemented come January 1. 

i wonder how many more great thoughts i'll come up with tonight as i try to not think so hard about my kitchen FULL of FOOD….