Put the fork down....now..no now...okay last bite..

Well, I have been in my new city and at my new base for a few weeks now and starting to feel like this is real. When you arrive to a new base is is referred to as a PCS and no I have no clue what that stands for and never really cared to find out.

When you arrive you are given leave to find a home and when you return you start this long tedious task of visiting all these many different areas/departments to accomplish the tasks on your checklist. sort of a scavenger hunt with no prize for completion. I spend most days attending orientations, traveling from building to building looking for these mysterious departments (which are never where the checklist says they will be) and sweating while decked out in the uniform of the day. And then there is the saluting every fifteen steps. I have to watch for cars, look at my map, check my notes and spot oncoming people I am required to salute - it gets exhausting!

Since COT i have turned into a major slug! I have not run or participate in any activity that would contribute to passing a PT assessment. I have also been eating like a pig and drinking loads of beer. I did not bring a scale so I cannot be sure how much I have gained but it is sure to be tons. This weekend was to be my opportunity to right my evil ways. I woke up Saturday and ran two miles - not a great time, but I made the start. I was going to eat responsibly and stay away from the evil alcohol.

That plan died somewhere around 1600. We took a trip to the local mall and it was so depressing and hideous I decided I needed a beer which turned into six and a fatty meal at Chili's followed by a trip to Walmart for more beer. See where this story is going. So now I am disgusted at myself and Monday is blues day!! The day where I am required to wear a very tight uniform which I am sure now will be obscenely tight and I have no one to blame but myself - this sucks.

So today I will try again to right my wicked ways. I cannot undrink and uneat what i had yesterday but I can move forward on the right foot. Still a little too hungover to run, but I think i can squeeze in some sit ups and push ups sometime today. So maybe in a few weeks my pants will fit and i will be able to breath all at the same time, maybe.