It is 11:07 PM and I am desperately sleepy but I had some other work I was determined to finish before I call it a night. My day was spent working as usual trying to make money online via a number of website ventures. I have been going since 7AM. I did take a scattered break here and there, but for the most part I have been updating one site or another, making blog posts, adding data, doing research, programming, dealing with the run around as I try to negotiate a website sale that I’m pretty sure will not go through.

My significant other did not have the day off today so I was able to work in peace at least until 7PM. After that I had to deal with the television running in the background as my office is a corner space in the living room. Not exactly impressive stuff.

As far as making money, I earned a measly, miserable 0.85 cents today. Whoopie….I had planned on making at least $5000 this month but so far it’s not looking like I’ll come close. On the contrary it looks like I’ll be having a bit of a financial crisis this month. If I don’t sell a website I won’t make any money because I do not currently have another means of income.

I do have some websites I could sell that I would definitely get buyers for if I sell them for $500 or less each; but these are sites I have put a great deal of time and effort into building and I can’t see myself selling them for $500. $500 dollars as a week’s pay is considered a low salary. I’ve been working on these sites for close to a year putting in overtime 7 days per week. I think I’d be crazy to sell any of them for the equivalent of a week’s pay.

I’m thinking right now that it would be fantastic if my hard work would start to pay off, not just because I would then be able to afford to take a much needed break, but because it would help me to stay motivated to continue to work hard. It’s difficult to persist in doing something when it seems like nothing will come of what you’re doing. Every day it gets harder and harder to see the point; but I continue to push because I really have no other choice.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day as you well know. You’ve been hearing it since you were a little boy or girl, and you continue to hear it being preached every time you pick up a book that has anything to do with health and wellness. I want to say I have healthy eating habits because that’s more commendable than the truth. The truth is, I can’t really afford to eat well. Certainly not as well as Donald Trump suggests one should eat in his book "Trump: Think Like a Billionaire" which I have yet to finish reading after several months of trying. It’s not that I put much stock in what Donald Trump says. Quite honestly, I find that the book contains too many instances of Trump praising himself for being so great. I can’t say exactly why I picked up the book in the first place because I’m not necessarily interested in learning how to think like a billionaire. Like Trump says, the billionaires club is an exclusive club and I don’t think I have the motivation or the capability of becoming a member; and I don’t say that to be self-deprecating. It’s just a simple fact. My aim is not to become a billionaire. My aim is to achieve financial freedom, to be able to afford to live my life at a level of comfort as I define comfort personally; to have the option of eating healthily and not to be in a situation where I’m limited in my choices to what I can afford to eat which is usually unhealthy food. Few things cheap are ever good for you.

I don’t usually eat breakfast in the sense of preparing something to eat and sitting down to eat it; but if I were to do that, I would end up making pancakes or some such; and not fancy pancakes either, but the "Just add water" variety. But then I suppose the just add water variety is better than the add milk and eggs variety for keeping weight off. Which brings me to the question of the day: why are poor people so fat? And I’m not implying that all poor people are fat because I am poor and I’m by no means fat; but I’ve observed that there are many overweight poor people in the country, which doesn’t seem to make sense until you start digging beneath the surface.

People don’t usually become poor by having a knack for making intelligent choices. If you’ve ever noticed, the fatter, unhealthier poor people are usually the ones who get help from the government buying their food. They don’t have to price shop quite the same way those of us who purchase our food with our own money do, so they go in and fill their carts to overflowing with groceries, and they aren’t usually coming from a background of concern for their health, so they don’t exactly make a point of filling their carts with healthy foods.

Poor people tend to think more about the immediate sensation of pleasure at eating tasty foods than they do about the long-term benefits of eating healthy foods. This is not a mark on them as individuals. When you’re poor you take your pleasures where you can get them cheaply or freely. That’s usually in food and sex. Poor people, ironically, tend to be the most overfed and oversexed of any group.

The culture of poverty is not one known for being associated with healthy living. Where food consumption is concerned, the foods poor people tend to eat are not generally made with a mindset of concern for the health of the consumer. Cheap foods are made to appeal to the taste buds of the people most likely to buy them and less likely to care how the food is made and whether or not the food is healthy. What poor people tend to call eating well has little to do with health. It’s about quantity and taste as perceived by an uncultured palate. A poor person who can afford a choice between a slice of toast and a glass of orange juice for breakfast and a plate overladen with several strips of bacon, a couple of eggs, sausages and biscuits will usually go for the latter meal. Those of us [poor people] who have to pay for our own food usually can’t indulge in such fare even if we were so inclined; but for some poor people, this type of meal is a staple breakfast; and after you’ve eaten a few such breakfasts and equally fattening lunches and dinners with a "Little Debbie" snack cake thrown in here and there between meals, you’ll usually get to weighing a good 200 - 300 pounds before long.