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A milestone of sorts today. Boss invited everyone over to his apartment for a dinner and drinks get-together. I ate my proscribed PCPrison rations, including dinner, then headed over.

Turns out his caterer is some wizard woman who conjured up a stunning spread of traditional Japanese and Spanish food, from fried gyoza to onigiri and everything in between, including a strawberry shortcake, a chocolate mousse cake, and plates of chocolate.

I already ate, so I knew I wasn't hungry. I looked at the food. It looked and smelled excellent. Everyone asked why I wasn't eating, and I explained I had just started PCP and will have plenty of time to stuff myself silly AFTER I get peaked; there will be another dinner party.

To be polite I ate two pieces of broccoli and a shrimp. Was excellent. And I was satisfied.

I drank water and then some lovely tea and chatted with friends and co-workers. Then I left responsibly early, walked home, changed out, and hit The Yard.

Knocked out 650 jumps like I was watching TV. They were EASY. Had several runs of 100+ and I finally stopped a couple of times because I just zoned out and totally lost count.

Finished up my exercises, showered, and sat some zazen, thinking about work and some possible career changes.

As I sit here, I wonder about my will, my desire to do what I want and what I need.

I guess I am most proud and happy that I did not battle with myself and suffer by skipping out of the party early, without eating anything, to go sweat, alone.

I don't feel like I sacrificed at all; in fact skipping the workout, or eating the food at the party, would have been the sacrifice. I have spend over a week building up a nice routine, getting into the rhythm of PCP so that I can take it in stride when the real heavy lifting starts.

Some fried food and a few extra hours chatting up co-workers?

Or a lifetime of health that starts RIGHT NOW?

Easy call.