Heat heat heat.

It’s been a hot summer, or at least the last couple of days. The scorching heat offers now air and solace. It takes and drains my energy. I have nothing left.

I have no motivation to even go into work because I couldn’t get out of bed. Tired. Fatigued. It isn’t like the lack of iron, but more of the sick ilk. Seems like the next logical feeling would be the body sores.

Am I coming down with something or is it just the heat that is fucking me over? I don’t know.

It could also be the new diet I started. No carbs.

There were some slight cheats here and there, the KFC biscuit, but I’ve been carb free for two weeks now, going into my third. The last carb I had was July 31st.

In a way, this new diet is good. It forces me to think of other more interesting ways to cook and to eat after work. Otherwise, it’ll just be pasta or rice bowls or some stir fry. This forces me to think of alternatives that are not carb friendly.

The downside, I’m fucking hungry all the fucking time. All the fucking time. Hungry. Hangry.

It could also be a reason why I don’t have energy, but I don’t think so. It is most likely because of the heat. I’m betting that it is the heat and once it goes down, like it should in the next few days, I should be back to form on this new diet.

Now, it isn’t a full on change my life diet and this will be how I eat for the rest of my life kind of diet. No. It’s just a temporary one to get my body back to form, to not rely on carbs so much. I’ll imbibe and consume carbs when I start traveling again.

Hopefully I’ll learn from it and just eat less carbs. That’s the ultimate goal, to cut down on my carb intake. It’ll be difficult, ’cause I love to eat so much.

Carbs.

Bread. Pizza. Rice. Pasta. Sushi. Noodles. Carbs.

Oh man, I’m a carb eating machine.

Beer!

I miss carbs and I’ll be reunited again, soon.

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The changing of the guards. The high turnaround of the customer service industry.

I’ve been coming to Volcano since ’04 or ’05 to write and I’ve seen so many boba girls and people come and go. Some stick around for a while and I’ve developed a rapport with some of them, but with the new changing of the guard, it’s hard to keep up.

There’s just so many people here that I don’t see that often because they come in at night or the afternoon or even work the weekday shifts. So different.

Gone are the Cathys, Kats, Cindies, and Irises and here are faces that are vaguely familiar. The usuals that work the random weekends that we’ll chat and say hi to, the formalities, but never really got their names.

I’m sure to them, I’m just the hoodie guy on the weekends with his unsweetened jasmine green tea.

But whatever may change, this is a habit of mine and it doesn’t seem like I’ll be quitting it any time soon. So bring on the new faces.

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Hungry.

Food.

That’s all that I can think about as I eat on avg less than 2000 calories a day. I don’t know how much I eat on the regular, but maybe a little more than what I’m eating now, or maybe it is the same except that there are just no carbs.

Fucking carbs. Why are you so good, but so complicated?

Horrible.

I wake up and think about dinner. What should I make? How should I prepare the protein that I had taken out?

So many options. Craving Asian. Craving Chinese.

It’ll be something simple I’ll make tonight. I’ll cook for the rest of the week. It’ll be easy, since I don’t need to cook dinner on Friday, since I’m going out.

Easy peasy.

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Iris is here! Haven’t seen her in a long ass time.

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