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Good Morning, Sunshine!

After last night's rage, I had a very good night of sleep and I woke up on time, happy, and well-rested.

I started a diet on Tuesday. Not a diet to lose weight. People always think that the word "diet" means starving yourself or something, but "diet" is actually a very broad concept. When I say I started on a diet, I mean that I've started closely monitoring my food.

My objective is to have a high protein, low carb diet because I'm trying to get in shape for my 30th birthday in September which I will be spending in Miami on a beach.

The ages between 30 and 45 are, in my opinion, the most attractive years of a man's life. Young guys can be attractive, but I find myself uninterested in them because I associate youth with being uninteresting, impulsive, and generally more noisy than I care for people to be. So, I'm entering primetime and I'm really excited about it. I'll be in the best physical shape of my entire life by September.

So, I'm on this diet. But more than high protein and low carbs, I'm restricting my sodium (salt) and processed sugars in take, which means no sodas, Starbucks or whatever. I'm trying to stick to mostly unprocessed food and snacking on fruit and nuts. I'm also cutting out alcohol.

And this is day three of that and this morning I woke up, felt great, and had lots of energy in spite of being VERY sore from my workout on Tuesday.

Speaking of workouts, I've been pretty good about going to the gym in the morning before work for cardio and my trainer and I work out twice a week after work on weights. I told him about my September goal and he said that I will have to add another workout with weights to my routine for Saturdays.