August 31, Day 177, 229.2 lbs, 35.5% bf

Dear Diary,
Do you believe in magic?  Well I do. Harry Potter may be just what I need to get back on the bike. While hanging out with the kids from Hogwarts that makes the impossible possible, I rode 30 miles in a little under 2 hours while watching the first installment. I was starting to think it wasn't possible for me anymore.  I've got 5 more and several hours to go. It might just be the fact that I'm doing it in the morning when I'm fresh. I was about to ride last night, and even made it downstairs before turning around and coming up to go to sleep. Its been a battle lately, but I'm feeling good at the moment. And thats all that really matters. Huh? No, you don't matter. Really. And no magician could change that. Come on lets be real. Thats just f***ing impossible. F***ing muggle.

August 30, Day 176, 230.8 lbs, 31.5% bf

Dear Diary,
You ever heard of the Dog Days of August? F***. What do you know? Your cousin Wikipedia says


"Dog Days" (Latin: diēs caniculārēs) are the hottest, most sultry days of summer in late August. Dog Days can also define a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress. 


Now, those days were supposed to be over just a week ago, but I feel like I'm still in the midst of them on both the heat front and the lack of progress. I can't do anything about the heat, but the dull lack of progress is all up in my business at the moment. Not sure if I'm mentally worn out or physically tired, but I'm not getting it done. I'm still eating right, but I'm not getting in the same work out intensity. And I'd say that its not because I don't want it, cause I do. Maybe I just don't want the same routine I've had for the last few months. Somethings gotta give. And I don't want something thats gonna give me more weight, so shut the f*** up about the cookies. Today's gain was likely water again, but I didn't do nearly enough to burn calories. About 13 miles on the bike and about 150 push ups. Huh? Not gonna cut it? You're right, but I can cut you if you keep talking. Thats what the f*** I thought.  Dog f***in days. And you're a b***h. 

August 29, Day 175, 229.4 lbs, 31.5% bf

Dear Diary, 
Being sick is a b***h and so are you. Not only is the body not willing, but my brain wasn't firing on all cylinders. Huh? What's new?!? Is that a rhetorical question? Touché a**hole. I can't lie. I've been a step or two behind the last few days. TLO quarantined me yesterday and I spent about 5 hours sitting in the office watching TV and playing on the computer like I used to do. It drove me crazy. Can't do that s**t anymore. And it took me about 4 1/2 of those hours to realize I could've gone to the garage and actually done something with my time. F***. How do you live being this stupid all the time? It's not rhetorical. Answer me b***h. 

August 28, Day 174, 229.4 lbs, 32% bf

Dear Diary, 
Can't say I'm surprised. The body takes what it wants. Yesterday it wanted water. So it held on to it. It's all water weight. Plus I didn't get in a session last night or this morning. But I still feel the effects of yesterday's walk. If I had the time I'd have done it again, even with the pain. And the foggy head.  You gotta hate colds. Not as much as I hate the scale though. B***h.

August 27, Day 173, 227.4 lbs, 32.5% bf

Dear Diary,
I got my swagger back this morning. I had to cause last night I got some weight back. Me and TLO continued to celebrate our 11th anniversary by going out to dinner at BOA Steakhouse in Santa Monica last night. There was little chance that I was going to go to a place with Steakhouse in the name again and not get a steak. I got a bone in filet and almost felt guilty for smashing the s**t out of it. I said almost. It was that good. We got back late and there was no chance that I was gonna work out. I went to sleep last night knowing that as soon as I got up I needed to hit the road. And I'm glad I did. I went for nearly 10 miles this morning, jogging for the first mile and a half. I'm just looking to improve each time out. It won't always be the case, but so be it.  I walked to the South Bay Galleria from the house and back. That was the plan and I stuck to it. I have a sense of accomplishment, but it diminishes slightly as I think about the old man that passed me by at 190th and Hawthorne and then shrank out of sight as I could not keep pace with him. Huh? F*** you. I'm sure he's been running for a while. I may get there some day too. A**hole. Speaking of getting somewhere some day, I wanted to get to 225 by my birthday. Now technically I've already been there, but now I'm hoping I can get back in the next 4 days. If I don't, I could give a f***. I have a couple left over. Now if I could find a way to save some of this swag.

August 26, Day 172, 229.6 lbs, 37% bf

Dear Diary,
I'm in a severe lack of energy and motivation mode at the moment. I squeezed out 10 miles on the bike last night. I can't be sure but it may be tied to a lack of TV shows that I just have to watch. I'm spending too much time looking at the damn clock and mile counter looking for a reason to get off. When I got off last night I knocked out some sit ups and push ups so all was not lost. Huh? I didn't mean get off like that, but to answer your question, no. But that's really a personal question and I don't know you like that. No, I'm not talking in the biblical sense a**hole. I f***ing hate you and the s**t covered toilet paper you were printed on. 

August 25, Day 171, 229.6 lbs, 34% bf

Dear Diary,
Back in the 220's again. Hopefully I just keep moving on down. I'm severely lacking motivation at the moment. My last 2 nights I've only rode  15 and 16.5 miles. I have got in some push ups too. I'm still just tired. But there are two great things about it. I've gone out and worked in spite of the way I felt. And I've also shed a few lbs. during that time. Can't really complain about that. I could complain about you, but you haven't really done much to piss me off lately. Actually, that is pissing me off. What the f*** is wrong with you a**hole? Now don't go and have the scale tell me that I've gained weight, because that would be going too far. Just talk s**t to me again. I miss that. Huh? Aww yeah. Thats what I'm talking about B***h! Now shut the f*** up!

August 24, Day 170, 232 lbs, 35% bf

Dear Diary,
Second morning back and I'm already moving in the right direction. Down. Well at least it's the right direction as far as weight goes. It all went down yesterday as I got back into the flow of things. A couple of protein shakes, some Cajun salmon for lunch and some exercise for dessert. I'm still tired and I'm gonna assume it's from the trip and I could only squeeze out 15 miles on the bike last night to go with some push ups. I'm really looking forward to getting out and walking/jogging again. I've had a taste of the 220's and I'm looking to get some more. That seems to be the way to get there and beyond. Plus I feel energized after knocking out a few miles. Strangely, I don't have the energy to knock you out today you f***ing a**hole. You better be f***ing ecstatic that I feel brain dead right about now. F*** stress. Dips**t.

August 23, Day 169, 234.4 lbs, 33% bf

Dear Scale,
This is acceptable based on the good time I had in Hawaii. I'm not heartbroken, but you have to see that its crazy how quickly you can gain weight when you just don't pay attention. I keep saying that I won't gain all of this weight that I've lost back, but a week like this is just f***ing scary. And really, how many weeks like that am I gonna have? Even if I lived in Hawaii, I'd have to go to work at some point. Plus you don't accidentally gain back 40 lbs. But it does appear that you can get 9 lbs back, even when you're paying a little attention and trying to stave it off. F***it. Que sera sera. Huh? I'm note really sure of the language, but who gives a f***. Whatever will be, will be. Just know that I'm back in control of what will be. What will be eaten, what will be done to get it off. I'm about to be on one. On another note,  I will not blame you for this 9 lb gain over the course of the last week. Some of it is water and the rest is probably burger. Either way it has to go.  Now please excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable. Like a lesser weight.

August 22, Day 168, ?

Dear Diary, 
Aloha to Hawaii. It's about that time. Gonna be on a plane in a few hours to head for home and a realistic way of life. Back to the bike and the sit ups and the push ups and the walking/jogging. No more breakfast buffets. No more ABC stores at every turn. No more big dinners each night. No more 230's.  I enjoyed myself tremendously this week.  Now to get back to enjoying my weight loss. To kick it off I hit the gym this morning and put in some work. It's time to get past the pork and get back to the H.A.M. And before you say it, I already know. F*** you viciously. 

August 21, Day 167, ?

Dear Diary, 
Another day of fun without worry about weight. Huh? Well it is accurate. I'm not worried. I'm just thinking about it. Hell, I focused on it for the last few months and gave it a big part of my free time. Now all I have this week is free time and I haven't been able to do much with it. I did make it to a great luau yesterday with the family. I even got a chance to be on stage with some Tongan drummers. Good time. Plus it had the added benefit of making me look small, which I still am relative to my starting point. But goodness there is another picture I took that made me look huge as hell and it's all the shirt. It's a XXL, but I'm drowning in it. I need to reconsider some of the baggy clothes I have. Huh? Yeah. And work out. And find out how much I weigh. Until then, which should be Tuesday, f*** you Diary.  

August 20, Day 166, ?

Dear Diary, 
What's up dude? I'm just sitting here at the side of the pool enjoying another beautiful Hawaii day. Super relaxed. Getting ready to go to a luau in a few hours. Huh? Uh no, I didn't work out. Well that's really none of your business, but I didn't want to. Truth is I think I'm succumbing to this time zone despite my most valiant efforts to avoid that. I didn't wake up as early as usual, but then again it wasn't really my fault. We had a big dinner last night. I know what you're thinking. What's new, right? I know man. Vacation will do it to you. Two big a** burgers in less than a day, and I had to do something different. We went to Ruth's Chris Steak House last night and I went in on some lobster tail and asparagus. We celebrated my b-day and our anniversary last night too so we ended up with all kinds of desserts. To tell you the truth, I couldn't have picked a worse morning to sleep in. But I did. No worries man. Serenity now. Yeah, I know how they finish that saying. Insanity later. I don't give a f***. I'm all about the now. Now go f*** yourself. 

August 19, Day 165, ?

Dear Diary,
I'm having a good time. Wish you were here! Huh? No, not really, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Well f*** it then. I could care less about your feelings. Like I don't care if you get mad that we spent 5 hours at the beach yesterday. Had a great time. So much so that after all that time in the water, the kids were begging to get into the pool at the hotel. I didn't care about their crying either. One thing I do care about is ignoring this time zone. My only problem is that the rest of the crew doesn't. So I'm eating dinner at what is truly 11pm for me. I'm good with staying up that late, but I'd have been done eating much earlier. I'm still working it out, even if I'm not working it off though. After an hour on the bike this morning, the scale here showed me a 233. I still think it's a couple lbs higher than reality, so I'm not claiming it, but I don't doubt that I've crossed back to the 230's. Oh well. I'm on vacation. I'll go back to working hard, when I go back to work. Huh? Don't worry about when I'm coming back. B***h.

August 18, Day 164, ?

Dear Diary, 
Aloha a**hole! I hit the gym this morning after hitting bar at the pool last night. I have no respect for the Hawaii time zone so I woke up at 7 PST and worked it out after falling asleep around 10:30 PST. I do however have respect for the dress code. For that reason I can't get a weight under my regular conditions. But if you are concerned I weighed in at 231.4 lbs with 32.3% bf while soaking wet and fully dressed after working out. My best bet is that I'm really about 229 right now, but who cares. I'm gonna enjoy my time here and eat and drink and workout. I'm not gonna worry. Mahalo muthaf***a!

August 17, Day 163, ?

Dear Diary,
I've got some good news and some bad news. Crazy thing is I can't figure out which is which. I mean, I'm in Hawaii and while a vacation is good news, I can see this knocking my whole weight loss thing off track. I actually feel fatter at this very moment. I didn't get a chance to exercise last night and I know I increased. Liquid retention is in full effect. Which brings me to some bad news. They have free drinks at the hotel pool every night from 5:30 to 7:30. I know it sounds like it should be good news, but I'm pretty sure things can get bad real quick with me and an open bar. Remember the wedding? Yeah. Enough said. TLO is still mad at me for that. Something I'm mad at and I'm firmly convinced it should be in the bad news category is the fact that there is no scale in my hotel room. Evening the scales with some good news is the fact that there is a fitness center just a couple of floors down. Bad news is I don't know if I'll make use of it. F***. Vacation laziness is the worst. Well, actually you are the worst. The other is a close second though.

August 16, Day 162, 225.0 lbs, 33% bf

Dear Diary,
This is not bragging or boasting on my part, simply a statement of fact. As of this morning I have lost just a little more than 40 lbs. Huh? No I don't know where they are, nor do I care. I won't be looking for them anytime soon. I did it the old fashioned way too. I ate food, exercised and talked mad s**t. Two out of three of those sound like what I've done daily for close to 35 years, but not to the degree that I am dedicated to doing them now. I love food. I just try to make sure I'm eating well more often than not. So the chili dogs I threw down yesterday have become a rare delight. That was not a concern before. Exercise hadn't really been a factor in my life. Even when I was young I just played. Never really with a goal in mind. What I do now, I do with purpose. I just got back from another walk/jog. This time I went for 7 miles and jogged the first mile. Felt good. I'm sure I could have went for a few more miles, but between that and my 25 miles on the bike yesterday I think I did enough for the moment. Oh, you disagree. Well, then you do. Feel free to do whatever you want, including f***ing yourself. But don't get mad when I get all Raw on your a** and knock you over the head until you are Delirious and looking around for a Jello pudding pop. I guess that brings us to the talking mad s**t part. I'd say that the anger part of the mad s**t is decreasing as I decrease in size, but I plan to make up for it with quantity as the quality drops. Filth, flarn, filth, flarn, filth.

August 15, Day 161, 227.2 lbs, 34% bf

Dear Diary,
Had a good time yesterday, but I keep realizing no matter how much weight I lose I'm still not as young as I used to be. Though I'm much closer to what I weighed when I was a younger man, I still haven't got the same stamina I did back then. Plus my joints don't have the same elasticity. I used to be able to play basketball all day and then go again the next day. Not saying I can't do it now, but I'm feeling the effects of day 1 at this moment. We had a church picnic yesterday and I played some ball for the first time in what had to be about 2 years. Damn I felt it. My fingers on my right hand almost went numb. I know right? What part of the game is that? If you add in the moving of table and chairs back and forth and helping to set stuff up and break it down, I got in a pretty good workout. And while the food was plentiful, I limited myself. Just one dessert this time and it was worth it. It was so good I shoulda slapped yo mama. No a**. Why would I slap my own mama? That would just be dumb and start a fight. Speaking of fights, I only had two yesterday at the picnic. Well I guess I'd called them more arguments than fights. Huh? I don't know. Its possible I was the only person having issues at a church picnic. Yes, I know multiple arguments are not a good sign of sanity, but it was only two. Well, maybe if you include the number of people involved you'd have to call it three, but none were important. The important thing was that I had a good time. And lost weight. And won the basketball tournament with my in-laws. And can walk today. Barely.

August 14, Day 160, 228.6 lbs, 32.5% bf

Dear Diary,
Somethings just have to be that way, huh? Hang out with your family, gain weight. It's not like I didn't expect it or do my part to contribute. Plus, I know that my body wanted to get some liquid back to hold on to. And silly me. I gave it. Lemonade. Iced tea. Tacos. Cake. Huh? Yes, I know that tacos and cake aren't liquid. Know what else I know d**khead? I will f***ing end you. Speaking of the end, I hadn't even reached the end of my list. That didn't even include the turkey burger and strawberry cheesecake ice cream from the earlier picnic. That ice cream can be credited with adding many pounds to my frame by virtue of late night eating sessions. I was thinking I'd be safe eating it in the light of day. Damn Diary. You don't have to yell. Yes, I was spectaularly wrong. Oh f***ing well. It wasn't that I figured that I earned it. I was just having a good time. Just like I've done for the last 5 months. And like I'll be doing for the next 5. I just didn't get a chance to work out because I was so tired. Oh well. I'll try again today. Damn. I've got another picnic and family party to go to again. Nobody said his would be easy. Damn it Diary! You didn't! Stop lying a**hole!

August 13, Day 159, 226.6 lbs, 34% bf

Dear Diary,
Uh so whats up? Not me. At least not today. Well let me be more exact. Not as of this morning. I'm doing what I can to avoid getting back to the 230's. As it has happened a couple of times before, it may be inevitable, but I'm not going down without a fight. With that said, I am going down, but in the preferred way. I have a new favorite thing to watch while I'm riding the bike. The Avengers cartoon has occupied me for the last couple of nights while I dropped 25 miles each time. Last night I also worked in some sit ups and push ups before shutting it down for the night. I must have still been full of energy, because I got up this morning and went out and walked/jogged for 5 miles. Huh? No I don't have the walk to jog ratio, but does it matter? It does? Well, I guess I walked much more than I jogged so it wasn't 1:1. Ok fine a**hole. Yes it was probably like 4:1, maybe 5:1, but what did you do this morning? Huh? Why aren't you talking anymore? Thats what the f*** I thought.

August 12, Day 158, 229.4 lbs, 34.5% bf

Dear Diary,
I went H.A.M. yesterday. Literally. I had a hamburger yesterday. Big Mac to be exact. I wanted one and the numbers worked out. It was less calories than the 2 bean burritos I usually order and I stayed away from the fries so I figured I'd be cool. Just in case I was wrong I rode the bike for 25 miles and walked another 3 miles. I stayed away from the late night protein shake too. I had a couple earlier in the day. Everything seemed to come together. And right on time. I have 4 gatherings to attend in the next 2 days then Hawaii next week. Hopefully I can hold this all together. And no, I will not be adding Big Macs back to the regular rotation. Have a good f***ing day a**hole. I will.

August 11, Day 157, 231.6 lbs, 34.5% bf

Dear Whatsyourname,
Tired last night. Guess I'm still kinda out of it.  Went to sleep at 8:30 last night. Woke up at 5 this morning and rode the bike for 45 minutes while watching cartoons. Life is good. Well mine is. Yours? Not so much. F*** you. Whoever you are.  Ok. Fine. I know who you are. Kinda like the people in Subway should at least recognize me. I've gone in there about 2-3 times a week over the last 2 months and ordering the same exact thing. I always deal with the same two ladies and they act like they've never seen me before. It's amazing. I don't let too much bother me these days. Stop laughing. Ok. Fine. Well this bothers me too. I mean how can you deal with someone that often and not act like you know who they are in the least bit. See, I thought you'd agree with me... No don't tell me. I DO know your name. I just don't want to say it. A**hole. 

August 10, Day 156, 232.0 lbs, 34.0% bf

Dear Diary,
I've got two words for you. Muscle and water. Huh? Really? Who the f*** counts and as a word when you're doing that? You're missing the point a**hole. I'm adding muscle and holding on to water because of my late night protein shakes. My plan was to lose all the weight and then add muscle back when I was done, but adding lean muscle will help to burn fat, which I still have a lot of too. So adding muscle is not a problem. Muscles are there, but they are still covered by the fat that afflicts me. I was very disappointed to see that my side boobs are still in effect. Really? You're happy about that? Let's see if I can give you two words that will meet your standards. How about f*** and you?  Fine. You can just ignore the and. 

August 9, Day 155, 231.4 lbs, 35% bf

Dear Diary
So after hitting a new low, I have an increase. I'd be mad if I didn't see this coming. You f*** me every time. You should at least use protection. I thought I was protecting myself from any gain by riding with the EBG for 33 miles and getting out and walking a mile before the clock struck 12 in the dark of the night. I had a late protein shake, so I'm sure the body is holding on to last nights water. I'd hate to see what the number would have been had I done nothing at all. But hey. Thats the past and doing nothing is no longer an option because I know better. My future is brighter, because now in addition to knowing better, I do better. One area that I know better and try to do better in is staying centered. What? You couldn't tell? You should celebrate or mourn for a short period of time no matter whats going on in life, because things can swing back and forth and you have to stay in position to make your next move. Thats what I'm doing with you buddy. Mourning is over. For me. I have a buddy that usually keeps me positive and shines light on me thats in the dark at the moment mourning an issue. The important thing to remember is that its just a moment. The sun always rises the next day. Huh? You know what. Shut the f*** up. Who gives a damn about Alaska? A**hole. Your opportunity to shine will come, just stay in position and remain positive. Even if you're not the sun you can still reflect its light. And no, you don't have to be that way all the time. The moon takes a night off on occasion. No Diary, that advice is not for you and you can't have any time off, but here is some advice. Go f*** yourself.

August 8, Day 154, 230.6 lbs, 36% bf

Dear Diary, 
I hit a new low today so I'm thinking I should do exactly what I did the day before. Don't think that'll be too easy though. I rode the bike yesterday morning before church, ate a BST (bacon, spinach and tomato sandwich), had root beer floats for lunch and some left over el pollo loco for dinner. So far today the only thing I've repeated is the BST. The leftovers are gone and I'll have to get in my workout tonight.  I'd love to do the root beer float for lunch again, but I don't want to press my luck. I'd say this wasn't really luck, but it's not true. I work my a** off and I'm lucky when my body processes it right and the scale recognizes it. But I will take what I can get. You on the other hand will take what I give you. And you will like it too. Now have this s**t sandwich. How rude. Don't speak with your mouth full. 
PS. You have some s**t in your teeth. 

August 7, Day 153, 232.2 lbs, 36.5% bf

Dear Diary, 
I can't tell you what I really want to say this morning because I don't have the time. Plus I'm getting my mind right for a good day. The long and short of it is that I'm gonna keep doing me. And you should keep being the malcontent that you are. It's worked pretty well so far. On the me being me front, I walked 3 miles yesterday morning to blow off my steam from the weigh in. On the you being you front, I'm pretty sure you're aware, but you remain an a**hole. 

August 6, Day 152, 233.8 lbs, 33.5% bf

You Bastard,
This feels like some sort of cruel joke. Kinda like groundhog day. I keep waking up to the same weight over and over again. I guess I keep doing the same thing too. Thing is, I thought I was getting smarter and working harder. Guess not. Consider this a rhetorical question, because I don't give a f*** about your opinion, but what would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered? That about sums it up for me. Or at least it feels like it for the last week or so. But thats ok. The reality is that if I don't lose another pound I'd be happy with what I did over these last 5 months. With that said, f*** reality. I want back into the land of s**t I couldn't imagine 5 months ago. I never thought I could really lose this weight, but I did. I'm now a believer. You on the other hand are still a hater. I would love to stay here and talk with you... but I'm not going to. 

August 5, Day 151, 233.4 lbs, 35% bf

Dear Douchebag,
I'd be OK with this if I wasn't doing what I was supposed to do, but I am. So I am not OK with this. I'd be kinda mad if I was only expecting to stay where I was, but I wasn't. I'm not mad. I'd be pissed if I expected to have a nice drop after eating right and getting in a good ride last night. I am pissed. But I am also focused. I ate the right things yesterday. My low calorie breakfast sandwich, fruit, fish and brown rice for lunch, chicken and vegetables  with just a little rice for dinner and I rode with the EBG for 30 miles. But screw it. I guess that s**t doesn't mean anything anymore, huh? Well I'm still gonna do what I need to do and enjoy my day. So you don't get to frustrate me like you want. You get nothing. You lose! Good day sir!

August 4, Day 150, 232.8 lbs, 34.5% bf

Dear Diary,
This is nothing new. I've been in this position before. Grandma crib, ****** outside of her door. Different day, same s**t... Are you as tired of this replay as I am? Not that I give a f*** about your opinion. The number below 231 is 230, not 233. I'm sick of seeing weights with 23 in front. No!!! I don't want 240 or anything higher. I know those are easy, but I'm going hard. Remember H.A.M.? Then act like it you stupid muthaf***a! Huh? Yeah I lost weight. And? Am I supposed to be happy about that? I was happy with 232 the first time. Not so much the third. Now go tell that f***in scale to get the numbers right before I ride on his punk a**. And I don't mean like the 20+ miles I did with the EBG last night. Oh yeah. I almost forgot. F*** you with a capital d***, a**hole. 

August 3, Day 149, 233.8 lbs, 35% bf

Dear Scale, 
If what you just told me it true, you deserve a big f*** you. I don't think it accurately reflects my actions yesterday so, if it's not true, f*** you anyway. I ate fine. Maybe the timing was off, but not too far off. My lunch was later than I wanted, but everything else was fine. Calorie intake was the usual. Only thing different was the workout. P90X is crazy. I thought I finished Ab Ripper X before, but that had to be a lie. Maybe I just watched the video all the way through, cause I damn sure couldn't do the exercises. My H.A.M. time was more like a S.H.A.M. I made it to the end of the video, but did nothing near the reps they did. That crap was crazy. I'll keep trying it though, but I'm still not ready for that s**t. And you obviously aren't ready to see me succeed. Is 233.8 your new default number? If you had your druthers I'm sure it would be so much higher.  I hate you so much right now! Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!! F*** you viciously. 

August 2, Day 148, 231.6 lbs, 32.5% bf

Dear Diary,
Guess what!?! Nope. I'm not quite done with you yet a**hole. I don't have time to do this with you, so I'll just tell you. There are only 29 short days til my birthday. I'd adjusted my goals a while back to reach 35 lbs lost by time I turned 35. That was after thinking I was gonna lose 10 lbs a month. That was way back then. I lost like 13 lbs in the first month I think. I figured it would always work like that. Little did I know that there would be ups and downs along the way. But who gives a f***? I don't and I'm pretty sure you don't either. Oh. Thanks for the confirmation. All I care about now is where I go from here and not returning to that place whence I came. But now I'm so close to 35 with a month to go I think I need to push that goal to 40. The only issue is that this month looks like it's gonna be pretty tough with all of the picnics and gatherings that are filling my calendar. No! How many f***ing times do I have to tell you that you're not invited? People don't like you. I hear it all the time. You have to really work on your language and your presentation. I'm working on my presentation and it's just ok so far. I'll be presenting myself on the beaches in Hawaii short order and I want to look presentable. In order to avoid the pitfalls of August and step up my presentation I'm going to increase the H.A.M. time to try and add in Ab Ripper X from P90X. If I can't walk come Wednesday, you know that I went too damn H.A.M. and I'll go turkey from here on out. I bet you're just gobbling this up. Sorry. Had to do it. Wow!?! How rude. I like it.

August 1, Day 147, 232.4 lbs, 35% bf

Dear Diary,
I had a great day with family and friends yesterday at the fair. No crying kids. Lots of walking and lots of food. Well not lots of food for me. I had some smoked turkey and funnel cake and a great time. So much fried food. It felt like a nightmare. But the stuff was so crazy it was easy to avoid. Fried twinkies, fried kool aid, fried frog legs, fried everything. Didn't touch any of it.  My buddy tried the chicken sandwich with krispy kreme jelly filled donuts for the bread. Mistake. He threw it up last night. So I guess I wasn't the only one that lost weight yesterday. I just did mine with the preferred method. I went back to the EBG and rode 28 miles in just under 2 hours while watching Superbad. Yeah. I felt supergood when I was done. F*** you for no reason at all.  Ahhh. That felt good too.  It's good to get back in the swing of things.