I write this after eclipsing a particularly harrowing malaise. I’m feeling good, feeling strong.

...it feels like I’m just mindlessly rowing out in the middle of the sea without the slightest view of land...

My new obsession... making playlists for my iPod for my workouts at the gym.

I’ve been trying to stay focused get back on track and still incorporate a little fun in the process.

Saying goodbye to my Weight Watchers facilitator

I started this whole brouhaha talking about what the truth is and trying to come to terms with it.

I am no robot. I’m trudging through this shit like everybody else. Step by step. Minute by minute.

I am drunk. Drunkedy, drunk, drunk, drunk. But I figured, a drunk mind speaks the truth

“Don’t hate the playa, hate the game!”

Atlanta… where All The Lovely Attractive Negroes Touch Amicably… Atlanta!

One glorious day I’m going to learn how to cook or get married to somebody who knows how to cook

While the main focus will be my experiences with weight management, that will be the colored stones at the bottom of this kaleidoscope.