The Passion of the Buttons
Where does that leave us today? Well anyone who has been following me knows that I am on protein shakes twice a day now. They are tasty, but when they wear off, the hunger strikes like a muther brother. I mean, think of a vampire who has been imprisoned for hundreds of years, emaciated due to the lack of plasma, comatose, pale, frail and weakened to the point of death. That is what I felt like yesterday, and it sucked let me tell you.
I was clawing at the strings of my intestinal fortitude, wrestling with my subconscious about taking a trip to Subway (cause if I am going to fall off I can at least join Jared right?) or going to steak escape to sink my teeth into a double meat triple cheese sub with delicious fries. I fought those urges and I went home and ate a chicken breast that I had left over from the night before. Then I got into a handful of sour cream and onion fries. Oh man those were soooo what I needed.
I was able to keep it cool after that, and I went and mixed a new song for my album that I am working on titled “Hoodstock: A Summer Of Thugs”. The entire time I mixed I was thinking about how damn good those chips were, then someone called me that was dropping a binder of some info to me that I needed to run outside and grab.
When I got outside, she looked at me and said “Oh my god, you just keep losing weight”. I said, “it doesn’t feel like it, matter of fact today has been rather rough.” She ignored me and called me an inspiration. That felt good because if I can inspire other people to get healthy (especially recording engineers), then I am doing the world a good service.
I walked the straight and narrow for the rest of the night and woke up this morning recharged and ready to knock back another protein shake. When I grabbed a shirt to put on though, I hadn’t realized that the shirt that I selected was way to tight to wear the last time I tried to put it on.
The buttons used to look like people trying to escape from a towering inferno, hanging outside of the building from their fingertips hanging on for dear life, caught in a tug of war between fabric and girth. I actually remember putting this shirt on and taking it right back off because it just wasn’t working for me.
Today, this shirt is loose and the buttons have found peace. For evidence, I took a picture of me clutching how much space I have actually gotten back out of the stomach.
In closing, I am using you all and this blog as my support system. My stomach is growling while I am writing this post but at least having someone to talk to about it makes it a little easier. While I am at it, you will never in your f-n life see more free food at your job than when you are on a damn diet.
Don’t forget me if I fail, I won’t forget you when I succeed.
-Chris “Godxilla” Taylor
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