This is either my Last Supper or Last Meal, depending on how I choose to afix my attitude. It's the Last Supper if I'm expecting:
1) A miracle;
2) A resurrection of some kind;
3) Pain and suffering, sprinkled with gratification
It's the Last meal if I'm expecting:
1) To be stripped of all life as I know it
2) To get away with the meager gluttony that only a Last Meal can provide.

In Lynne speak, this means that I'm gorging on bad food in preparation for the plan ahead of me. I think I've starred in this movie, before.

Some basic questions I pose to myself:
When do I start?
Do I have to get up early to do this? (God, I hate getting up early)
Is there a quick start plan?
Should I go *right now* to the gym?

As long as I remember to stay honest to this thing, I might have a chance of follow through. Maybe. Time will tell.

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