The Black Ring, and other fun facts

Recently, I've adopted an idea from my amazingly awesome friend Dani, and have adorned the second to last finger of my left hand with a solid black ring.  Relax, this does not mean that I am married.  The ring does, however, represent a commitment none the less.  Throughout my life, there have been many women that have passed through; a few as quality traveling companions and most as driftwood.  The commitment I have made by donning the ring is to cut out the latter category.  I'm not saying I'm saving myself for marriage, or even a girlfriend or some form of socially acceptable relationship.  I'm just tired of taking gambles on women that end up not being worth the money I spent on the soap I used in the shower getting ready.  In the immortal words of Gloria Gaynor, "I'm savin all my lovin for someone who's lovin me".  Yeah, I quoted I Will Survive.  Say something, I dare you. 

Do not mistake my caution for arrogance, I'm not saying that I'm super amazingly awesome or really really really ridiculously good looking (even though I am, that's not the point of this blog).  There just happens to be a shortage of attractive, productive, motivated, and sane women in this world, and my time and effort would be better spent rooting them out as opposed to settling for someone that does not meet those criteria.  I am willing to compromise on the sane aspect, so let's change that one to sane-ish.  Realistically, I am pretty crazy.  Being prone to often hilarious alcoholic binges, public nudity, crazy eating habits, borderline masochistic workouts, I no longer really count myself amongst the sane.  I just want someone that will not key her name into my car if we break up.    

On a quasi related note, this Saturday marks two weeks into my very own personal paleo challenge (see "crazy eating habits" above) and I feel AWESOME.  I drink on the weekends, but not as much as usual, and I eat good food when drunk, as opposed to doners and Hostess snack cakes (mmmmmm, twinkies).  The whole reason I started a personal challenge is that I find when the CF Ramstein Paleo events are over, I eat like total crap.  I love the way I feel and the way I perform when I'm on strict paleo, but it's not really livable to me.  So, my new challenge is eat good food as often as possible.  Example; eating at T-Bell during lunch with Jay (my office cohort) is not a situation where eating clean is impossible.  On the flip side of that, eating a slice or two of wedding cake at my buddy's reception is A-OK.  I want this to become more of a lifestyle and less of a diet.  And,  want abs.  Twelve of them.
Smooches.