It's 5am.
Originally posted to deafferret on 2012-09-25.
Day 8 (7?) of the Paleo “diet.”
Up at 4am. Weird. I am not a morning person. 40 minutes into my morning routine I realize I’m pacing around the house like a caged animal. I feel like jogging. Jogging? What? I hate jogging. I haven’t jogged seriously since high school. What the hell?
Pre-dawn motorcycle ride into work. Full of energy. Maybe I should build a house or something.
Arrive at work. Not hungry. Nuke 2 eggs and an ounce of cheese anyway, since intellectually I know I should probably eat something.
06:10, at my desk, blogging. For a guy that hates mornings, hates jogging, and has been freaking starving for 17 years this is already a very strange day.