Well, I don't suppose I'll be getting a hand model gig anytime soon, but I'm impressed by the sheer size of my new bottle of cologne, a 6.7 oz Eternity for Men:

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I ordered it on January 3rd. USPS was just, well completely blown away by the size of this that they passed it around to show to everybody. On January 23rd, it was shoved into my mailbox.

Now, the context of when I received it won't be found in any Calvin Klein b/w ad: I was covered in hay as I was spread a hay bale across that which remained after the storm shelter demolition. There's something about hay bales that says, "Yep, you're out in the country." But we know I need to hear the sax of a Glenn Frey song.

As the clocked turned over into the New Year, I backed away from my returning to Facebook after years away. I didn't write it off entirely, I even made a New Year's Resolution about my return for next New Year's. But in the words of Paula Cole, "I don't want to wait for our lives to be over." Therefore, I'm making my return to Facebook on 2/25 to kickoff The 19th Expedition. It gives me enough time to be able to curate the experience and not just haphazardly whirl in there with a lot of sound and fury, but NO direction like a tornado through a trailer park.

This is all a part or a larger narrative of not letting go of this fresh start's grip; I bristle at the very real prospect of falling off the mountain down into the valley of my average. In that spirit, I'm pulling my New Year's Resolutions off the shelf—injuries and optimizations be damned—and taking an axe to that cursed shelf to add to the fire that burns across 2021.

Yes, this post title seems to pull from an issue of DC Comics. Life is just more of the same, whether elbow or knee injury. Weirdly, I woke up this morning with a cramp on the calf of my injured knee, but I suspect it has something to do with my adding sodium and potassium 3 days ago to my diet as an experiment. I had kicked both No Salt and salt out of my diet until recently and was fine without both. Its reintroduction is a failed approach to resolve my right eyelid's twitching bouts; I'm left to believe that morning with the hot grease popping into my eye is ultimately to blame.

Plus, I'm led to believe that for me, salt consumption is an eating trigger / appetite agitator.

As to my appendage injuries, I'll have to blame me or how I respond to my ever-so-delightful carnivore diet with its ever-present reminder that January is WORLD CARNIVORE MONTH!

So why do I say my response to my diet has shut me down? It's made me feel too good and too powerful. I went from hour strolls on the treadmill to EVERYTHING I do has to be about amping up the intensity! It's not like it's a sudden start of physical activity, rather it's a sudden spike of intensity that has led my physical structure to be like, "Wait, wha?" The thing is, I actually designed my program specifically for something to break, that if I couldn't work on my endurance with my legs, I could push it via my striking regimen. But, I never figured out what to do if both systems are out—what's left? Flexing alternate pecs? I remember reading about research that shows physial gains by just visualizing it. At this point, that's all I've got left!