Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Fat guy in a little coat...

I was fortunate enough to have not 1... not 2... but 3 Thanksgiving dinners Thursday and Friday. Then came the leftovers... and the turkey sammaches... And there I was on Monday morning.
Monday morning after Thanksgiving weekend. Time to step on the ol' scale and assess the damage. 179 lbs. Pretty much where I was almost a year ago right before I auditioned for Miss Saigon.

Let me explain, see a year ago after I auditioned for Miss Saiigon at the Warner, I was told that I had better be ready to be shirtless on stage. So that's when I hit the gym religiously. Everyday... everyday... everyday. Watch what I eat... stop drinking... don't eat too late... And frankly, it's about that time again. Except this time, the challenge is AIDA. Yes, if you haven't guessed already by the pictures in the upper left hand of the screen, those are all shows that I've been in (among some sporting interests too) and yes, AIDA is up there. What can I say - I'm trying to think positive. And their are parts in this show that'll require a few shirtless things. So - once my stomach gets a little back to normal (since I haven't felt well the past few days), it's back to the gym. Watch what you eat... cut back on the drinking... you know - DON'T BE DUMB!! And to top it all off, there are a couple of races that I'd like to try this summer. Another good reason to get in shape!!

Ok... Until next time.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Take this sinking boat and point it home...

Do you ever feel that you have so much to say, you find yourself speechless? Yeah - it's not about Thanksgiving or working out or running or acting or anything. Some things just hit you like a ton of bricks. And well, it's time to face the music.

(Warning: this is going to be one of those random posts that don't really make much sense. Basically I'm writing about "it" because, well, I don't know - I guess it's my way of cyber-venting.)

I knew this day would come. I'm honestly surprised that it didn't come sooner. And, don't get me wrong - the fact that this day is here is a good thing. I'm happy - in a sense. Yes, of course there's initial shock in dealing with it but its good for everyone.

Tough, but good.

It's the next step for everyone involved... it's part of the healing process, I hope. At this point, I suppose things could go one of two ways. I'm of course, I'm attempting to take the higher road, the positive route. One that diminishes all the bad and ill feelings and replaces them with the things that strengthen us.

What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

And yes, this pales in comparison to what was dealt with months ago. And that was my own doing. I know that now. I didn't mean it before, and I'm pretty confident that this "ton of bricks" wasn't meant to be ill felt either. Like I said, it's a good thing.

I only hope and pray that when the dust settles, we all come out on the other side. Because that "other" path this could potential go down, I truly do not want to tread.