I know, i know, i havnt posted in a while but i swear to you all i can explain. The biggest reason as to why i havnt posted is because it has been the last few weeks of class for me this semester. And ofcourse all of my fuckhead professors get some sort of sick and perverted enjoyment out of piling all the work on at the very end. I swear they get together on weekends, have drinks, and tell jokes at their students expense. Anyways, i digress. Needless to say i have been pretty swamped with school work. But not to fear! I havnt missed a work out yet. I feel pretty good about this.
But i do have to be honest, i am starting to really dread working out and really not wanting to do it. Like the title of this blog, i am hitting my first mental block. I have been eating really good this entire time, but i slipped up a bit today. I was hanging out with a couple of close friends of mine, and one of them got me a bacon wrapped hotdog out of the kindness of his heart. I didnt know he had got it for me until he handed it to me. It was one of those awkward moments where i knew i shouldnt have taken it, but i didnt want to offen my friend for getting it for me. I ate the fucking shit out of that hotdog. It was like losing my virginity all over again. Yeah it was that god damn good. I felt really guilty afterwards though. I still feel like about it. But i worked out extra hard tonight so maybe that will help with it. Im thinking ill go for an extra run tomorrow aswell because of it.
Im definetly losing weight which is a good thing. In fact, its the biggest reason as to why im doing this. I have aimed toward running my first 5k race on may 8th. That race is gonna be a bitch, only comparable to my sister and mother and their monthly meetings with the red demon.
Its one o’clock in the morning and im as tired as two hampsters who just got done fucking in a whool sock. I could be at my frat house right now having fun, where their happens to be a live band, but i chose to come home and work out instead. What the hell is going on with me? maybe this change is gonna actually work after all. Only time will tell. By the way, im on day 14. May god have mercy on my soul. Cheers for now.
Great band if you have alot of energy and or anger inside…Their called “Comeback Kid” and their brutal
So Jeff and i have been hitting it pretty hard this week. Today was day number five. We are both eating really well and drinking pretty much nothing but water. Although, today was the first day that i was fiening for certain things. Im not gonna lie, i would have given up my dick for a double double animal style from N-N-Out today. But i made a good decision not to.
On monday i also quit chewing tobacco. Today was a rough one in regards to that. I probobly went through an entire jumbo bag of sunflower seeds because of it, but i didnt dip, not to mention all the damn headaches ive been getting from nicotine withdrawl. But in the end it was a good day with that as well.
On top of currently training for a 5K race in a month and a half, jeff and i are also doing the home work out titles “P90x” every day aswell. Let me just go ahead and say that P90x is no fucking joke. It has been kicking our ass all week. Today, we had to do whats called “Ab Ripper.” In the Ab Ripper workout, thier is an exercise called “Crunchy Frog” that is damn near impossible to do, and hurts like a virgin’s vagina being ripped open for the first time. (Little kids should not read my blog, anyone who knows me closely, knows that i have little to no filter and lots of colorful language that i enjoy using.) In honor of that exercise, i have titled this post “Fuck you crunchy frog,” because i fucking hate that thing.
Anyways, the next couple of weeks are gonna be rough for jeff and i. We are both battling with two differnt things. Jeff has gnarly fucking shin splints that are killing him, and i have 20 pages worth of writing to do for my masters program. So needless to say, fuck our lives. But just got to keep going, it will all be worth it in the in.
Im going to post pics soon so that you guys know how much of fat asses we are. which will hopefully give you guys an idea of how embarassing this is, but also how much fucking work it takes.
Cheeers to every one.
“Were taking it off the face.” Those are the words used to describe our first couple days of the new life change by my friend Jeff. It has been a hard couple of days, but i feel that they have also been successful.
Day one was a full of excitement. Jeff and i kept texting like 2 little girls all day, asking each other if we were ready for what was waiting for us that night. I planned on starting the first day of running earlier in the day, but unfortunately i had to live in the library for about 4 hours after work so that i could prepare for a presentation the next day. Once that was over, i was decided to drive 35 minutes away with my buddies Jeff and Travis, in order to surprise Travis’ girlfriend, and one of my best friends, Amanda. Did was fun, we talked alot about the run and work out the we still had to do. We get back to the house at 9:15, by 9:30 Jeff and i were outside ready to run. Surprisingly, during the run, i felt pretty good, i had lots of energy and was feeling fine. I think this is due to the fact that i was working out a little bit the weeks before we started this adventure. Jeff on the other hand, was in pain. He told me to tell all of you that “It’s only the first day and he wants to quit.” He reiterated the fact the we are both taking it off the face. Although i could tell that Jeff was in alot of pain, including shin splints, the tough bastard never gave up on me or himself. I don’t think he ever will either.
Day two was pretty easy. The plan that were are currently on right now is called “Couch to 5k.” Our first race ever will be two months from now in Santa Monica California, God help us. The plan only calls for us to run 3 days a week which is nice. so the only thing we had to do today is the P90x workout, which was a success, but we were both in alot of pain.
I’m sitting here writing this on day three. We have to both run today and do P90x, but that is not the biggest hurdle for us today. Today is St. Patrick’s day. Usually we both would already be shit faced drunk. But that’s the old us. Say hello to the new us. I plan on getting errands done today and doing alot of homework. I’m definitely going to eat corn beef and cabbage though cause i love that shit.
So in conclusion for today, im sore as hell but in a good way. I can tell that this time both Jeff and i are seriously dedicated for this, even though we are both “Taking it off the face.”
Today is the first day, of the rest of my life. It’s a Saturday morning, and i am hung over as shit. Last night i was at my fraternity house helping them throw a party. There was a live band and good people. To sum it up, i moshed too hard and got my nose busted open, and eventually wound up at the bar.
I initially went telling myself that i was not going to drink, but as the night progressed, that plan failed miserably. So now as i sit here and write i keep thinking to myself, “How can i word this thought so it doesn’t sound like i drink too much?” And now i am just saying “Fuck it.” In a sense, last night was my “Last hoorah.” I am dreading, and at the same time have a ton of excitement for Monday.
My roommate Jeff came in to my room this morning, also hungover, and his first words were “Bro, I’m scared!” When i probed for an explanation, he returned with “Life changing Monday is 2 days away.” God damn right it is. “This is going to suck,” we both then said with laughter. Its two days away and right now it cant come fast enough. I am tired of the unhealthy life style i lead and it needs to change.
Yesterday i calculated my body mass index. I’m 6 feet tall and weigh 320 lbs. I have a 43.4 body fat percentage. That is morbidly obese. Talk about fucking scary. I cant believe i let myself get this big. Yet at the same time it has been a blast doing it. But that’s all in the past now. Monday where are you?
