St. Augustine, pray for me.

It's been 9 freaking days since my last post.  And it was about ground rules and all that hooplah about getting back into it.

The Project.

The plan was to lay all the ground rules, so I have basis and some kind of foundation that I could build on.

A framework.

A plan.

Well, needless to say, as well as evident in the fucking vaccuum from January 4 - January 13, I failed again.  The week went by as a blur, a blur of malt beer, nachos, burgers, sisig rice, double rice, fucking cakes and a lot of soda.

So much for foundations, frameworks and ground rules.

That is why, today, the minute I opened my eyes, I freshened up, put on my jogging attire and dashed out of the house to jog in Dona Soledad.

I jogged/walked 2.2 kilometers this morning.

It was pretty evident that I was weaker, because my legs warmed up really fast, and then burned out on my the way back (I was planning to go 3 rounds, = 6.6 kilometers.)  The legs, the knees, the body, was starting to kill me.

Blame it on the fucking macNcheese.

When I got back home I gobbled up a glass of cold water and ate my breakfast - Tuna Pesto Wholewheat sandwich.  Pretty good actually.

And then this.  This blog.  Hope I could sustain my project, as well as this blog.

St. Augustine, pray for me.