Spring Break is Beating Me Down

This week is Spring Break, which means I have plenty of time for exercising and, unfortunately, plenty of time to do horrible mean things to my body.

The trend for the week seem to be good day followed by drunk night followed by recovery day followed by another good day.

The trend stops here.

With my copious free time, I had a phenomenal workout yesterday; I took a nice long bike ride before hitting the gym where I had a great time working my legs/butt/abs. My only point of discomfort was pure paranoia: I had a creepy feeling that one of the guys at the gym was watching me, and felt a little rushed when he decided to do incline presses right behind the station where I was doing deadlifts.

Maybe someday I'll have an ass that doesn't mind the attention.

But like I said, probably paranoia: one of my many flaws.

After the workout and a nice dinner, I could not resist the opportunity to go to a party at author Bruce Sterling's house. The party turned out to be a freaky good (and drunken) time. Unfortunately this morning I woke up with, not only a sore body, but an extremely sore head.

So I'm going to call today a "rest day" and get on with my life.

This week has illustrated one of my biggest obstacles to being fit for the apocalypse: I have very very little self control when it comes to drinking. I have an extremely difficult time limiting my drinking at parties and bars. I also have difficulty not smoking. And like smoking, I can't just have one beer. I have to have three pitchers. I know it's not healthy, and yet when the time to imbibe comes, I feel invincible. I think the solution is to abstain from alcohol altogether (with perhaps the exception of a glass of wine if I'm out for a nice dinner). Sobriety can only lead to better things, I figure. If I don't drink, I don't smoke. If I don't smoke, I am more motivated to challenge myself in physical activity. If I'm not drunk all the time, I eat better. Less beer means less calories.

It's time to get serious.

Sadly I make promises like this to myself all the time and it never seems to stick. Beer = fun and relaxation for me. I need to break that frame of mind.

The SXSW music fest is going on this weekend and I have a wristband! I think I'm actually happy about my decision to not drink at the shows. I spent too much money on the wristband to waste the concerts away in a drunken stupor.