All about me

I mean, it’s my blog, I don’t know who else I’m supposed to write about.

I changed nothing about my diet except to *add* about a whole meal’s worth of food, spread throughout the day. I begin the day with a bowl of oatmeal, and sometimes an egg and some chicken. Then I have a totally normal day, Taco Bell, homemade enchiladas, Mac and Cheese, etc., but I work in about five servings of fresh vegetables a day. Last night, those vegetables were onions, avocado and scallions, and I ate them in the form of guacamole.

The only difference is that I had one enchilada and a huge ass salad instead of two enchiladas.

Anyway, in the last three weeks, I’ve lost nine pounds and trimmed about 4% off my body fat. Which means I’m closer to 1/4 made of fat instead of 1/3, and I’m still thirty pounds overweight.

I know no-one cares, but it’s my blog and I don’t want to write about politics.


Yesterday, about twelve hours after our shakespeare closed and about one week after finding out we booked Lucretia Jones upstate, and two months exactly before my wedding to Jordana, I walked down the street wearing the clothes I had to bring in for my costume (some day I won’t have to do that) and I noticed that it was March 1 and about 63 degrees.

There is no better weather than low 60s with a light breeze. It’s like porn, straight up. It’s the best thing that weather can be.

As I walked, I felt so good. For a few minutes, as I walked, I didn’t have a care in the world. I usually go into a *funk* when a show closes, I’ve even sworn off acting for good after two particularly bad post mortems, but yesterday, I was on cloud nine.


I don’t know if any of you believe in God or in, y’know, karmic resonance or spiritus mundi or whatever, but my mom’s getting an operation today, and you might want to send her some white light or something. I can’t really pray, all I can do is sit here and be neurotic as hell.