Yesterday was another awesome day at Crystal Mountain. It was my first bluebird (sunny) day of the year. In one week I had my first REAL powder day and my first bluebird day. I would categorize that as an exceptional week. The runs were fast and, although the snow was heavy, even chunky, off-piste, the steeps were open and filled in beautifully. Ski season in the Pacific Northwest is no-longer stuck in the early season rut where scoping out rocks and creek holes is a requirement. We’re ready to rock up here and I spent yesterday hanging with two of my good buds doing exactly that… Rockin’! I won’t bore you with descriptions of ski runs I took, but it was another fantastic day making my quadriceps sing in joyful agony as I worked on form, speed through bumps, and just all around having a swell time.
This past week I have been working on aspects of my quest that I feel are helping me turn the page and move forward. My creative output has drastically been increased as I’m writing daily now. I started working on a book.. meaning, I’m going to write one. I’m also reading much more than I was. I have cut my TV and screen-time down to a minimum, although I still need to cut time spent with my newsfeed back. Video gaming has been eradicated from my daily task list. All-in-all, I’m making some serious strides towards accomplishing the goals I have set while still putting time in to work on my physical and mental health. That has me feeling good and my relationships are benefiting as well.
This morning my girlfriend and I woke up and went on an early day date to a well-known local restaurant, Salty’s on Rodondo, for a belated birthday crab leg feast. Did I mention that my girlfriend and I share the same birthday? Well, we do. Thank you, Jossy, for the birthday gift! It was a great morning full of delicious food. After I was done eating a food-coma came over me and I crashed HARD AS A MOTHERFUCKA. It’s crazy what a cinnamon roll and excessive calorie intake does to you once you switch your dietary habits. I felt absolutely destroyed. I cannot remember the last time I had an all-you-can-eat buffet, but my last two meals have been such. I will be abstaining from attending anymore fuck-my-face-with-food events for the foreseeable future.
My gal had her work’s holiday party last night. Another challenge in sobriety is attending things that you hate to attend, like a party full of strangers, and not being able to drink yourself through the experience. With that said, hilariously sung karaoke was a highlight of the night. Also, when the Director of Operations of a Fortune 1000 company wished the entire party a happy birthday and didn’t correct course… yeah, that’s a fucking laugh riot, right there.
Cheers 🤙 ,