It's still so amazing/incredible/unbelievable to me everytime I force myself up onstage and perform. I may not be happy with my own performance most of time, but I'm still proud of myself for doing it. And once I'm done, I feel like I deserve to unwind. So bring on the cheese fries, the midnight migas, the Lone Stars. I friggin' performed onstage and didn't get stuff thrown at me.
But now I perform all the time. I'll be in three shows this week. One last night at the Carousel Lounge, one Friday with Parallelogramophonograph at the Hideout, and once Saturday in Maestro. So any desire to get in shape and lose weight is destroyed by the pleasure/stress/relief/exertion of performing.
But no more. It's time to buckle down. And the only way I've had success with that in the past has been through public declarations/full disclosure. So expect a post soon about my plan for success.
*hint*: it'll look a lot, if not identical, to this: http://zinereem.livejournal.com/298835.html
Oh, and the show last night went well. Better than expected, anyhow. Thanks to Mindy, Brendan, Shannon, and Christina for coming out. I think I'm developing a troupe crush on The Coldtowne Heroes.