Day Eighty: "Around the World"

At times, it has sure felt like a never-ending journey-- an impossibility, but we are at Day Eighty. Jules Verne would approve. Ten days left.

There is something about working out down in Yokohama at the studio that gives you just enough energy to go on through the next week. Went on Sunday with Brian and it was good. You just push yourself a little bit harder and it is well worth it, though my legs feel like jelly today.

On the way back, had dinner at my girfriend's parents' house. Her mom was kind enough to make PCP food for us all. It was delicious and so very nice to not have to cook my own dinner on a Sunday.

The appetizer was chicken and asparagus wrapped with spring cabbage or lettuce, with a few drops of balsamic vinegar.

The main was barbecued swordfish with dill and crab (real) on top, with grilled assorted vegetables.

Then blackberries, strawberries, and grapes for dessert. Mmm. delicious. Thanks, Mrs. K.

It's interesting. I certainly can't wait for Day 91 still, where I won't have to weigh my food or work out on that day (and I will talk about what I am doing for Day 91 soon), but at the same time eighty days of PCP has also made me think extensively about my life and how I have been living it. I keep telling myself I've been miserable at work for the past three years. Maybe--and I know this sounds obvious and dumb for me to be stuck on this--there is another way. Maybe 5am wakeups, 9pm taxis back home, midnight phone calls from NY--maybe this isn't a good way of life, maybe it's low quality. Maybe I am sacficing my health, both physical and mental, and no amount of money they pay me can be enough for me to justify doing that for another ten years. I don't know. No rash decisions here, but PCP does make me think--why isn't my life a little better? Why don't I have the time each day to be eating right, working out and still having time left over then for a little personal time? If I plan my day very well, I can work, work out, prep food, eat food...and that's it. Midnight to bed, only to get up at 5am again. That doesn't sound right, does it. Food for thought as we approach the end.

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