I wanna try to stop eating for long periods of time to avoid gaining weight.
How do I stop thinking about food?
How do I stop thinking about food?
Sheesh, you make it sound like an addiction.How do I stop thinking about food?
Whenever my dad offers me something to eat, I physically can't say no matter how excessive it is. It's painful to say no to food.Sheesh, you make it sound like an addiction.
Whenever my dad offers me something to eat, I physically can't say no matter how excessive it is. It's painful to say no to food.
Get a hobbyWhenever my dad offers me something to eat, I physically can't say no matter how excessive it is. It's painful to say no to food.
The dude who made this thread passed away over a year ago.Ok, so how did I start out Holy Week this year. Since I've been lenting completely wrong, I might as well start off the Holiest of Holies week by getting as dirty and unclean as humanly possible.
How does one do this?
By going to the dankest, darkest corner of your basement and beginning a project!
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Sorry, I don't have the before pictures. It is probably something you wanted to see, but trust me, it was a disaster.
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Here is the finished sump pump project. This was a nightmare as well. Best friend to the rescue.
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We now have walkable walkways in the basement.
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As you may imagine, this basement project is far from complete. That may take a year or more.
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Here is an alternate view
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We have temporarily barricaded everything in. This will be resolved ... sometime.
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I somehow have to organize this mess. My dad had organizational skills, but his skill are not my skills and I need to make sense of what he did.
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Look at this! I've broken the 220lb barrier. Didn't stay there long. But, we are on my way to light heavyweight!
I may end up trying for middleweight. We'll see.
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So, we have something more to show and a story to tell. The sump pit was not filled with just water. Back in 2016 or 2017, there was a blockage in my neighbor's sewage and the company that came to remove the blockage shot shit right into our house. I am somehow responsible for this, don't ask. That is another story that you wouldn't believe from the "bad old days".
But, the moral of the story is that the sump pit was full of sewage. Yes! Let's get as dirty as possible for the cleanest most holy week of the year!
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So, the whole house needed to be completely disinfected and all common surfaces had to be Lysol'd to death. The chemical warfare sweatpants just got an extreme makeover (not picture, there is a black tee shirt that also got the chemical warfare extreme edition treatment).
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I needed to celebrate after this monumental task was completed. The KBS went down. Very good! I know I know. Let's drink alcohol during Holy Week! You might as well put me in a leper camp now, I'm so unclean. I had taken 3 showers on Monday. This was all before noon. We also had two important trips to make this day as well. Very taxing day. (Haha, nerd saying Tax Day one day after)
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For our nightcap, I went on a walk. There was almost a full moon out there. I have taken several photos. 11:11PM happened during this time.
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I took a bunch of photos, but I'm only showing the ones that came out the best.
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Yes, I did the walk barefoot on concrete and asphalt. I'm undoing 2000 years of footwear evolution on my feet. My feet are supply yet strong. The weekly very hot Epsom salt baths work. Also, I was moisturizing and Vaseline'ing my hands and head to make up for the chemical warfare that I waged against my house and my body. I had this on during my barefoot walk. I do have one more thing to say. "No more chemical warfare, please!" My body did not like.
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Very nice picture. Rabbit in the Moon! I'm going to listen to some of their music after this post. Still watching Titanic.
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The deer still have no fear of me. This picture didn't come out well. You can see my shadow there.
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And of course I did a dance party at the end of this epic. I had a little sleep, did a plumbing job, then collapsed and slept most of 4/15 Titanic/Tax Day. Woke up and decided to tell you about it and start posting again. I'll check my mentions later. Have fun with this teal deer.
RIP - TBH I just looked for the concept of fasting and posted.The dude who made this thread passed away over a year ago.