Goals

So when I went to dinner with my parents the other night they reminded me of something by saying, "How are your hands?"  I completely forgot about my hands and why I even joined this project to begin with.  You see earlier this year I had to go to physical rehab for my hands.  I could do any physical activity you could imagine and was in decent condition but my hands would go numb during work and playing guitar.  After a lot of tests and all that crap they found that it wasn't my hands but an upper rib bone sticking into my shoulder muscle which in turn caused my hands to go numb (probably from repeated bike accidents).  As I've said before I can handle pain (and evidently don't even notice it), but that numbness was really kinda scary.  So I went to physical rehab and fixed the problem. . . sort of.  They went about it in a way that seemed like it was for a sixty year old person.  I actually "graduated" extremely early so they say, and on my last day my therapist yelled to everyone, "look at this guy, he got better because he put in the work".  All the other people would just show up and complain and had lesser problems than I (or so they say).  They just seemed to not want to get better, as if they were comfortable with their condition because it gave them an excuse to complain.  Anyways I got out of there and I was doing better to the point where I could perform a show but the problems would come back if I played longer.  The exercises that they gave me were the most minimal ones you could imagine and I thought it was a half-ass approach to solving the problem.  I'm still young and have a lot of years ahead of me so I was not content with the situation with my hands.

So on to my goals of joining this project.  I saw pcp and liked the idea of exercise and a healthy diet and thought to myself, "If I can get my body into peak condition and my hands don't work then I don't know what I could do."  Well. . . my hands haven't gone numb for awhile now.  I would probably say about a month or so.  SUCCESS!!!  I had a feeling that all I had to do from the get go was get in shape.  I'll admit that the physical rehab did start it off with solving the whole rib/shoulder thing but it didn't finish the job.  So I guess you can say that my PCP goals are complete.  What?  Fuck that, my goals at this point are to finish strong.  I think once the hand problems faded away I had new goals, and I've been living them out.

I just had to sit back in my chair because I'm kind of in shock right now.  I'll sum up the other things because I can't really think about them right now, I'm just in shock of how this "test" of joining PCP actually worked.  I'm amazed.

Dinner: My dad told them that if they brought out extra stuff that he'd kill them.  My dad's no one special he's just the most social person ever and is kind of an anomaly.  I got halibut and cous cous, and it tasted extremely decadent (I like the light food that we're eating).  Good talk, good times.

Primus:  Ummmm. . . . awesome.  fuckin' awesome.  The younger generation don't seem to know how to mosh, so my friends and a bunch of other cats my age started one and it was all love.  Chicago mosh pits aren't about hurting people it about making a circle of raw energy.  We all gave each other high fives afterwards.

Workouts:  failure to the extreme.  I'm really going to try my hardest to finish this project as well as I can.

Are egg whites literally flavorless?  I don't mind, at least they don't taste bad.

Had a mango yesterday and god damn was it awesome.