in any weight/fat management le[a]n-ness process, challenges arise. barriers abound (because that's why we are in the process to begin with!).
i'm about to fly to ft. lauderdale, as a drinking-buddy of mine rented a place & said i can have my own room. sun. bikinis. spring break #2. bars. abnormality of routines.
my mission is to attempt to modify routines, and to observe/witness.
i haven't even left yet, and i've already broken my a.m. routine (due to yesterday's april foolishness).
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ok. walked; did tai chi, lennytime. airport (early); sandwich & chips. things were going well: flight, rental car, waited for dom and his friend, jim. i'd gotten the rental because i wanted to have a way out -- if dom's plans faltered (which they did in his usual, dramatic fashion). his 2-bedroom condo became a 1 bed studio after he (allegedly) argued profanely with the check-in people. i wasn't going to sleep in a room with 2 other guys, so i began looking. dom went back to argue some more, and when he came back he said that they were going to call the cops on him. at that point i picked-up my bags and left.
i work for the state. i can't (and won't) be involved in some kind of scenario that involves miami police. dom never planned on a rental car anyway, and jim is a a big boy, so i drove away to find an air bnb, and that was that. i (finally) got settled-in after 9 pm -- after what should have been 430 pm beach time.
i'm going to finish this weekend out solo. i say to dom: "best wishes."
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