And thus far, The 33rd Expedition has been the most overconsuming of this HFC! Before yesterday, I've averaged almost 90 grams of protein—last night, I absolutely FEASTED on 11-12 salt & pepper chicken wings (9.5 oz), making the daily protein SMASH 146 grams! So, I'll be dialing things back in the upcoming couple of weeks as I prep for July 30's Expeditionary arrival.

Why the dietary hijinx? CELEBRATION!

This is a time to dance in this liberation of unfettered trail footwear with arms outstretched joyously toward eternity; to be a crackling torch bursting in the darkness; and to embrace the unknown with a captivated heart and eyes set ablaze!

Too over the top? Naw, just cleared it!

Yesterday, as I cleared the pool pump basket, I got to thinking: life is good. I mean really good! I've a good existence now and when I pass, I'm still me! Forever. Ain't death gonna hold me down. I'm just getting started.

Sometimes, I get caught up in the world. Sometimes, I'll pull over this ill-fitting cloak of the world, which in turn, shapes to depress me. While not realizing it, these clothes of the world dump on me a fallen emotional state: 1) the weight of the futility of it all; 2) a loveless existence; and 3) no identity. I quickly cast it aside. That is NOT me. Those clothes fit somebody else.

I got to thinking some more: I need to bring back my December 31 Resolutions, but integrate the bread thing and the hobbies—although that hobbyist stuff really is a part of Dec 31. New Year's resolutions are New Year's resolutions! There's a reason why they excite me! And sure, I'll update them to reflect the changes in 2023.

I strive to be the best version of me.