September 30, Day 207, 229.2 lbs, 31% bf

Dear Diary,
I know you felt like you got off easy today because I didn't put my foot knee deep in your paper mache a**. I was busy, so get the f*** over it. Just like I need to get over the disappointment of sabotaging myself every time I get close to 225. That s**t seems like some mythical weight that I can't get too. Its my f***in unicorn weight. Might as well be a unicorn that shoots glitter out of its a**. Thats about how realistic 225 and below is to me right now. I'm so mad about this crap that when I catch that damned unicorn I'm gonna put my foot knee deep in ITS a** so the glitter gets all backed up and has to come out of its mouth.

I feel like the only way I can get there is to kick it super duper old school and go back to the rules that got me started.

March 8th. 30 days. 265.4 lbs
No red meat

No soda

No candies

No cakes 

No fried foods

For some reason thats confusing to me, I just don't feel like I can do it again. But the problem is that I let this bulls**t creep back in to what I eat regularly so I need to do it again. Its not like I'm abusing it. Ok I did have two cupcakes last night after eating a couple of small little pastry things in the morning at work, but I can quit anytime. F*** I sound like a drug addict. I need to find a way to quit f***ing up. Or workout even harder. F*** this s**t. Life was so much easier when I was fat and didn't give a f***. Huh? Ok, you got me. I still don't give a f***. 

P.S. BOHICA

September 29, Day 206, 227.8 lbs, 32% bf

Dear Diary,
You know I spend so much time talking about me and my day that I rarely ask about you. I never ask how you're doing or what's going on with you. Huh? Don't interrupt me. I never check in to see how you're feeling. And for that I... do not apologize. I don't give a f*** about what you're going through. I'm not hunting for any goodwill. I'm dealing with some heavy s**t right now. Huh? No I don't mean my belly you a**hole. I'm working on that. Just last night I did a bunch of sit ups and push ups. And get this, I did it with football playing in the background. That was a small victory for me, though the boys from Boston still didn't beat the Bills. Huh? Tom Brady is their QB, not Matt Damon you dips**t. Stop interrupting me before I go all Jason Bourne on your a**. I got up and took my a** to the store for fruit just to make TLO happy. She's been complaining about us not having apples for days so I went and got some fujis. Huh? How do I like those apples? Are you being a smart a**. Well since I answer all questions, including rhetorical, I'll tell you. I love those f***in apples. Huh? Why? That's a stupid f***in question. I'm not answering that. Douchebag.

September 28, Day 205, 228.8 lbs, 31.5% bf

Dear Diary,
I experienced something new yesterday. I watched Sons of Anarchy. Yeah I know I've watched it plenty of times before, but last night I watched it from the couch. It felt so strange not to be pedaling while watching the boys from SAMCRO. So strange that I fell asleep before it went off. Also, yes. Before I got to workout too. Not a single pushup, pull up or sit up. And I lost weight. If only this could happen daily. Actually just the losing weight part. I no longer like sitting on my a** and watching TV. Also, yes. I no longer like you either. Never did if we're being honest. B***h.

September 27, Day 204, 230.0 lbs, 31% bf

Dear Diary,
I was able to knock off some weight yesterday in spite of Monday Night Football. I did some sit ups and push ups during the game and hit the bike for 28 miles while watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Good times. Huh? Well ok, not all of this stuff is good times. I'm glad when I can lose something, but this has been a pretty tough time for me. All of the back and forth is tiring. Lose then gain. Gain then lose. The one good thing about it is that I know my body is changing for the better. It feels really chick like to say this, but I could fit a new pair of jeans that I wouldn't wear a few weeks back. Huh? Oh. Thanks for the confirmation. Whatever. Its nice to know that I'm doing something right. TLO told me so the other day and its always nice to get confirmation from those that matter. So I think you can understand why your confirmation didn't really mean s**t to me, right?

September 26, Day 203, 231.4 lbs, 33% bf

Dear Diary,
I'm no longer in Miami b***h and I should be happy about that. I love LA. Not that I do anything while I'm here, but at least I can eat right and workout and sleep in my bed and step on my scale. Now that's not to say that I didn't eat right in Miami, it was just different. And that's not to say I didn't workout in Miami because I did. Just not like I wanted to. Walking/jogging has become a part of my Saturday morning routine, but I like to have an idea of where I'm at. I was afraid I'd be eaten by a gator if I went too far. Huh? Nope. No chance of being eaten by a cougar, I think they have jaguars in Flori... Duh. I get it.

September 24, Day 201

Dear Diary,
Huh? Whoa turbo. Can I say anything? Ok fine. Yes I'm still in Miami. Why are you calling me a b***h? I did no such thing. I'm always very respectful of you. I can't believe your b***h a** would call me such a thing. Our relationship works off of mutual respect you punk muthaf***a. I will f*** you up like that big a** pork chop I smashed last night. I guess I should say late last night, but it was really only 8:30 PST, which is the only time zone that matters to me. Me and the boys spent some time walking around a highly overrated South Beach. Uh, no. We weren't at the actual beach. We got out there late. It's crazy how quick the night comes on this side of the country. When you combine that with sleeping during the day, it's a wonder that you even see the sun. Yeah I saw the sun muthaf***a. Who would come to Miami and stay inside? I said no such thing. I got out and hit the pool, but while I was inside I knocked out some sit ups and push ups. Not nearly enough to work off the bulls**t I've been eating. Here's to being home in a little over 24 hours. Sad to say but I sense that there will be more desserts and junk food before that 24 hours passes. Whoa a**hole. I ate no such thing. It was just a cupcake. Kinda like you. Soft and full of s**t.

September 23, Day 200

Dear Diary, 
Ok. I'm officially in Miami b***h. I flew through the night after eating the dinner my mother in law made. I didn't grab a big plate, but it got me through. Well that plate and and extra helping of peach cobbler. I got into Miami at 3 am PST without any chance to work out.  Plus this place has no scale. I'm not gonna have any idea what I weigh until Sunday. Oh well. I didn't really come here to lose weight. That doesn't mean I came here to gain though. Huh? Why am I here? That's a stupid f***ing question. I'll have to think of an answer later. Much later. 

September 22, Day 199, 227.8 lbs, 31.5% bf

Dear Diary,
Its late. I know, I know, but I'm practicing for the eastern time zone. I'm just a few hours away from Miami b***h. Here is to having a decent weekend of fun with my buddies. And to not getting too fat. I didn't do much to help that last night. I didn't do anything that remotely resembled exercise after putting down a late afternoon burger and fries. It didn't do too much damage, but that doesn't mean I want to make this a habit. I'm gonna have to figure out how I'm gonna keep on track without a scale and without a schedule. I haven't come this far to f*** everything off for a weekend in Miami. But I'll try...

September 21, Day 198, 227.4 lbs, 31.5% bf

Dear Diary,
More busy times. Not much in the area of rest these days. Been ripping and running a lot lately. Did a couple of visits last night after what I think was a healthy dinner and then came home to hit the bike. I needed to get back on it after a few days without riding. I did 15 miles while watching the Sons of Anarchy. Smashed a late night protein shake and hit the ground to knock out about 200 push ups while watching the Daily Show and SportsCenter. Didn't do much in the area of sleep. I need to fix that, but I'm pretty sure its not gonna happen this week, cause I'm going to Miami b***h! Huh? Yeah it was a last minute thing. F*** no you can't go.
PS. I wasn't doing the push ups with any thought of looking good on the beach. Really.

September 20, Day 197, 227.8 lbs, 29% bf

Dear Diary,
Uh. Yeah. So it looks like Monday nights are gonna screw me for some time to come. I had another night of getting stuck while watching football. I was able to move myself from the seat during a commercial, but didn't make it to the bike. I finally hit the floor and did just a few push ups. Pretty weak overall, but I had an itty bitty drop. Nothing worth bragging over, but I can be glad it wasn't an increase. Here's to working it off tonight. I. Need to get back to my H.A.M. time with the Sons of Anarchy tonight. That is all. No magical stories of unicorns and rainbows. Gotta leave something for my dreams. Peace out f***er.

September 19, Day 196, 228 lbs, 28% bf

Dear Diary,
I had a long day yesterday. Saturday I did a surprise half marathon. Huh? Well I do go by the name SoopaMike, but no I don't think that I'm Superman. It's not like the light of the yellow sun did anything to help me get healed. And by the way I'm about 90% recovered. As if you gave a f***. Huh? Thanks for the confirmation. Anyway, Sunday was a full marathon day at church. I was there from 9 am and didn't make it home until about 7:30 pm. I was pooped. Had a great time, but I didn't eat that great. Somewhere in the afternoon I had a huge cupcake, followed by a snapple and a cookie later that day, which wasn't wise. It's not like they were preaching against gluttony. But f*** it. Huh? No a**hole that wasn't a suggestion. Cupcakes don't really have a butt, though they can add to yours. Speaking of butts, I have to find a way to stay off of mine when I'm watching football. I just realized I can't move when it's on. I need to be in position, doing whatever it is that I need to be doing when football comes on. Like say on a bike. I realize now that football is my kryptonite. And I watch it from my fortress of lazytude. Huh? Don't you ever call me pooperman again. A**hole.

September 18, Day 195, 227.2 lbs, 29% bf

Dear Diary,
I'm not sure if I told you yesterday, but walking an impromptu damned half marathon may have been a mistake. My legs are killing me. I iced up last night like I never have. And now this morning I'm wearing tights under my clothes to keep my muscles warm. I say may have been a mistake because there was good that came out of it, though it hurt like hell. I had a good drop yesterday after the walk, and even though I didn't get an evening workout in after putting down a burger and some sweets I weigh less than I did Friday. I love weekend decreases. And though this isn't the lowest I've weighed I think it may be the lowest weight/body fat combo I've had. Either way I feel good about things. With the exception of my legs. F*** these things hurt. 

September 17, Day 194, 226.2 lbs, 33% bf

Dear Diary,

My feet hurt. I just walked/jogged 13.37 miles in a 3:45 walk. I was on a damn quest. Huh? No it was just me. The tribe, and I'm not sure why you're calling them that, were at home. F*** I wanted to quit so many times, but I was so far from home. I was also thinking about hitting one of the many diners I passed on the way to get some food and give my aching feet a rest. There were some nice little pubs in the middle of nowhere. Anywhere would have been better, so I kept going. I hit four cities during todays walk. All the way from Gardena to Hermosa Beach and back. I said to myself when I was almost halfway through, Damn Mike what you walk so far for?

Anyway, I was gonna call TLO to come get me but I never gave in. I'm tired. Time to go have fun. But not too much. I don't want to gain back what I just lost. Speaking of lost, you seen my wallet? 

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers, had my jimmy hats, I got to get it man, I gots to get it...Uh, no. I wasn't in El Segundo. Why do you ask?

September 16, Day 193, 229.2 lbs, 29.5% bf

Dear Diary,
Half a pound here, half a pound there. That's an OK way to lose, but not a good way to gain. It just sneaks up on you. Next thing you know, I'm fat again. Well, I'm currently fat, but I'm working on that. I'm not as fat as I used to be, but I'm a little fatter than I've recently been. Though an argument can be made that I'm gaining muscle, which is causing me to gain weight before I eventually lose it by burning fat. Whew... All of this back and forth is having a niggling effect on my psyche. Huh? I did not call you anything.  And I most definitely didn't use the N word. Oh, I see what you mean. You're ignorant. And I don't mean like the more readily used variant of the N word. Actually I do, I'm just not calling you that. You're not ignorant alone. I'm obviously ignorant of how to keep losing weight. It doesn't seem to matter that I rode 20 miles on the exercise bike last night. Yes, I had Lomo Saltado for dinner last night. No, I don't know the calorie count. But I can tell you that I didn't eat all of the rice. There weren't too many fries either. All I'm saying is that I continue to do things that I think are OK and I keep going the wrong way. So I must be ignorant of what I really need to do to lose weight. Forget the fact that I lost 36 pounds already. This s**t is just annoying. By the way dips**t, that's what the word I used meant. Not a little N word as you suggested. But I do have an N-word for your dumb a**. Nincompoop. That's you. Now f*** off.

September 15, Day 192, 228.4 lbs, 30% bf

Dear Diary,
Ok, ok, ok. I was warned. I was warned a couple of times to put down that donut. I did it anyway. It's not like I have taken an oath of purity. I eat desserts all the time. That's the beauty of this thing. I haven't given up everything. Just the really bad stuff that I used to ingest in great amounts. With that said, I shouldn't have eaten the donut, but I did. So in looking back at what had worked and what hadn't in the last few days, I decided to do some push ups and pull ups and watch football. There was much more watching than doing as I also got some things done around the house, but it fit in nicely with other days I had lost weight. Just didn't work for me last night. On the plus side, there's lots of clean and folded clothes for my children and I have a new friend in Game Rewind on NFL.com. It's way cheaper than Sunday ticket, and since I'll rarely be able to watch games on Sunday, as I'd like to, this is the thing for me. Only problem is you can only watch it on the computer. So guess who has two thumbs and is gonna put his Mac Mini in the garage so he can watch football games while riding his bike... Huh? Why the f*** would you guess Marc Anthony. For the last time, I had nothing to do with J. Lo leaving him. I f***ing hate you.
PS. But I do think it's my turn to marry her. Tell TLO not to worry. I'll be back in a year with a s**tload of money. And she said love don't cost a thing...

September 14, Day 191, 227.6 lbs, 31% bf

Dear Diary,
The body is a funny thing. Huh? 'Not funny haha. Funny queer'? Are you calling me gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that... Well there is something wrong with calling me gay. Oh, not me? Ok. My body? No a**hole, it's funny haha, but I'm not laughing. I've been eating right for the last 2 days, but my workouts were different. I spent Monday night on the couch watching football and hit the floor to do a few reps as an afterthought and lost weight. Last night I rode the bike for almost 80 minutes straight covering 20.6 miles and gained weight. Maybe it's just a joke. Not sure, but I don't like it. Don't like the scale either. Can't figure it out. 'You gotta make something explode to really understand it. You gotta examine all those tiny particles while they're still on fire.' Thats it. I've got to kill the scale. Oh. What am I holding? 'Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a Kaiser blade.' Huh? No I'm not being funny anything. Huh? Oh. No I don't have anything to replace it with. 'I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody. Mmm. ' No! I don't want no f***ing French fried potaters a**hole.

September 13, Day 190, 227 lbs, 35% bf

Dear Diary,
Its getting tougher and tougher to yap to you about all kinds of inconsequential s**t and not talk about the real, but who gives a f***? You do? Consequentially, I don't give a f*** what you want. But hey... There was not much going on yesterday. I ate ok for breakfast and lunch, and got in a late dinner after doing some work at the church, forgoing my chance to watch a double installment of  Monday Night Football. I got home at a decent enough hour to workout, I instead sat around and watched the remnants of game 2 and then highlights. I convinced myself to hit the floor for some sit ups and push ups and realized that football makes me lazy. After all, I didn't try to start losing weight until football season was over. Now I have to hope I can keep losing weight now that its back. And yes a**hole, I know its only one day, maybe two, but I don't feel like I can take that time off. I've got things to do and no time to do them. Consequentially, I can't be wasting my time with your dumb a**. Huh? Yeah I lost weight. Does that mean I'm not supposed to be angry? Yes? Well your feelings and opinions are inconsequential to me.

September 12, Day 189, 228.6 lbs, 32.5% bf

Dear Diary,
Monday morning. Back at work. I don't dread this day. It's a welcome distraction from the bulls**t which consumes me these days. Huh? Yeah, also a welcome distraction from the bulls**t I consume. I did ok yesterday for not getting in an evening workout. I didn't eat too bad considering I had a late lunch, early dinner at Olive Garbage. I had the mixed grill, which was chicken and steak skewers with vegetables. The food was much better than the service and it was free to me. That makes it slightly better, but that place is awful. We waited outside for 45 minutes to get seated. Do you know what the f*** I could have done with 45 minutes? I could have walked/jogged 3 miles. I could have rode 11-12 miles with the EBG. But the reality is when I got home I had 45 minutes and did none of that. I did manage to get in a few push ups before checking out for the night. So I welcome Monday morning. Time to get with it, because it's football season and I can't imagine my Monday nights being anything near productive. I should apologize to TLO and the kids now for being absent until February. Huh? F*** yeah I'm ready for some football!

September 11, Day 188, 229.2 lbs, 32.5% bf

Dear Diary,
Not really feeling it today. Huh? What is it? Hell, I'm not really sure what 'it' is. Could be nothing, could be everything. Whatever it is, it is not being felt. I mean this morning I got up and was feeling just fine. Hit the bike for a quick workout before heading off to church. Did 12 miles at a pretty good pace. No real complaints there. Could have used more time, but hey, when is that not true? I think I'm just mentally worn out and sometimes I'm feeling it physically too. Huh? I did say I was feeling something. Well I'll be a monkeys uncle. Hi nephew!

September 10, Day 187, 230.4 lbs, 28% bf

Dear Diary,
A screaming baby kept me from jogging this morning and getting soaked in a surprise thunderstorm. I didn't want to take off and leave a sleeping TLO with a bouncing ball of hatred so early in the morning, so I grabbed him and hopped in the bed. A few minutes later I heard the sky open up and soak the South Bay. Needless to say I was happy, but it didn't last cause that little dude wouldn't go to sleep like I needed him to. I made plenty of mistakes yesterday and was in big time need of a workout. From yesterdays Big Macs... Yes, a**hole Macs...to the beers, pizza, hot dogs and lemon tart, I was f***ing up big time. But isn't that what you do at a baseball game? I figured the only way to stop the stupidity was to hope the game didn't go to extra innings so I could go home and go to sleep. So I did. I wish I could sleep of all of the dumb s**t I do. By the way tell the 230's I said f*** you. If I can't burn fat, I'm gonna burn bridges. I'm getting tired of looking at this s**t. I'm even more tired of the excuses.

September 9, Day 186, 229.4 lbs, 27% bf

Dear Diary,
Man. What is it about this week? Time is already tighter than Lil Wayne's pants and this week just keeps getting worse. Dare I say like his albums. Huh? Yeah I know that's not fair. I do like Tha Carter IV, but I think I have a bias against albums named 4. Just ask Beyonce. No I will not give you her number. I would but, you know the restraining order prevents me. You should have never done that. And I should have never went to Agoura Hills yesterday, but I had to go to the office. Just 45 miles from the house. A mere 90 mile round trip. It cost me about 5 hours of driving. Then I had to finish some work when I got home. So you see where this is going. Another night without a workout. I got a slight gain, but it's probably water. I didn't eat anything bad yesterday, but I did eat a lot of grilled chicken. Good protein, but kinda salty, which likely kept that water in. Huh? Yeah I know. That's two workout nights in a row that I've missed and tonight I have another work function so we can make it three. Luckily I have tomorrow morning to look forward to. This week will be over and it'll be time for another walk/jog. Hopefully I get up early enough to avoid the heat. I'd say beat the heat, but I don't want no part of it. I don't want no part of you either, but I will beat your a** if you test me. F*** off will you?

September 8, Day 185, 229.0 lbs., 29% bf

Dear Diary,
Yeah I'm a little late, but f*** it. I've got s**t to do. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I miss you too. Every time I throw something at you. Look here a**munch, I can't spend all my time talking to you. There's not nearly enough time in the day. I've been burning the candle on both ends, which other than being bad for you, gets wax everywhere. No a**hole, it doesn't account for all the wax in my ears. F***! If it would prevent me from hearing all of your incessant whining, I'd pray for more. Maybe I could ride my bike to get away from you. I should've tried last night, but I didn't have the time. I didn't do much in the area of exercise last night, but it worked out cause I ate ok. At least I guess I did. I've discovered a new low calorie and possible not s**tty item on the Taco Bell menu. Their chicken flatbread sandwich is only 210 calories and it's become my new target when I have to settle for fast food, because as you might be aware, I don't always have time to sit down. Huh? Yes, I know that complaining about time and talking about calories makes me sound like a woman. You should know that I don't have the time to give a f*** about your opinion. B***h.

September 7, Day 184, 229.8 lbs, 26.5% bf

Dear Diary,

Sons of Anarchy returned last night and I returned to the bike after a night or two off. It was like they never left. For me it was only kinda that way. I got in almost  24 miles before I tapped out. Huh? Not good enough for you? Must not have been for the scale either. Weight didn't drop much, but body fat did. Can't figure it out. Don't want to really. The scale has really been a pain in my neck. And speaking of pains in my neck... Uh... F*** it. Might as well tell you, but don't make a big deal out of this s**t. A few weeks back I found a lump in my neck... Blah, blah, blah... I'm having my thyroid removed. Hopefully sooner than later and lucky for you I'll be around to give you s**t for a long time. Don't ask me any questions. OK, fine. No this doesn't have anything to do with my weight loss. A**hole. You know I've been working my a** off. Literally.

September 6, Day 183, 230.0 lbs, 29% bf

Dear Diary,
Back to work today. Not that I wasn't working yesterday. Cleaned the garage and the back yard and managed to mix in some weights and sit ups and push ups. No cardio. But the bigger no, was no junk. I needed to be good after Sunday. TLO fired up the grill and I got my fill of vegetables and a couple of hot dogs. Huh? No I didn't eat them in the middle of the night. Now if I can keep that up, I can be better today than I was yesterday and I'll be happy. F*** you. Huh? Because that made me happy without having to be better. But yes, I'll still try.

September 5, Day 182, 231.2 lbs, 28.5% bf

Dear Diary,

Uh, so what had happened was... I should have bought some grilled chicken when I bought all that fried chicken. TLO sent me in for fried chicken so that's what I got. My mind was telling me no, but my body, my body was telling me yes. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but there's something I must confess, to you. I ate way to much of that s**t. And other s**t too. It was like I didn't have any f***ing will power. It was probably a mild moment of depression as I was getting jealous of a buddies shoe collection. I drowned my tears in fried chicken, pizza, cupcakes, cookies, cake and cinnamon rolls. Yes. I do see something wrong with all of that. At least now I do. I didn't think too much of it then. Then I came home and got in a piss poor ride, that included a couple of post 10 pm chili dogs. F***. It looks even worse when its written down. Man. There is no redeeming value in yesterday, other than hanging with good friends and enjoying their company. I just can't let the belly go on autopilot. I can't say there won't be another day like that, but... Actually I'm not too sure what to say after the but. F***.... I really need to break up with the 230's so we can both get on with our lives...

September 4, Day 181, 229.8 lbs, 31% bf

Dear Diary, 
I figured out that the scale was trying to call me a b***h on the low. The settings on the scale had my profile as a woman, which threw off the body fat reading. Huh? No! I'm not a woman a**hole. Yes. I do still have moobs, but I'm working on those. Anyway dips**t... TLO and I enjoyed another day out yesterday. We rode Segways on the beach in Santa Monica and Venice, then had lunch at the 3rd Street Promenade. Good times, good food, and truth be told, it really wasn't enough to justify a weight gain. I'll worry about that later though. Don't think I'm going soft either... B***h. It's just a part of this back and forth, which is annoying. Somewhat like you. But I don't care about that. Which also how I feel about you. I just need to find a way to push past 225 and into the teens. Huh? No! Not like that a**hole. Plus, I'm too old for her. I don't care if she's legal. What the f*** is your problem? 

September 3, Day 180, 228.8 lbs, 43% bf

Dear Diary,
What the f*** is going on with your boy? You better tell that muthaf***a something before I end him. Does he care whether he lives or dies? Cause right now I don't. That a**hole is a menace to the size of me. I mean we both know the scale doesn't do a good job on the body fat front, but you've gotta be f***ing kidding me. Forty three percent? That would mean that somehow I gained about 25+ lbs of pure fat last night. No hold on I'm not done... While losing weight. Ok now give me your dumb f***ing explanation. Really? You know you done f**ed up, don't you? You know it, don't you? You know you done f***ed up. Oh I did too? Well the burger, chili dogs, and cupcakes I ate between lunch and dinner last night could be categorized as f*** ups. Yes. And the reality is, that I still lost weight, because I went hard last night and this morning. Rode the exercise bike for over 90 minutes and went for 26 miles last night, before walking/jogging 10.66 miles in two hours and 50 minutes this morning. Those aren't f*** ups, and if they are I need to f*** up more often. Another thing I need to do more often is stop eating in places where I see a lot a really big people eating all of the time. F*** the calorie count. If its bulls**t, its bulls**t and I shouldn't be putting it in me. Kinda like that thing with your mom. I feel sorry for your mother. That s**ts for another day though. But believe me Dear Diary, I'm gonna keep filling you with loads of bulls**t. And...Let me hear it. Ahhh. I love it when fake like you're grateful. Its my pleasure and you're welcome. A**hole.
PS. Actually you're a reverse a**hole, cause I'm filling you with s**t.

September 2, Day 179, 229.6 lbs, 33.5% bf

Dear Diary, Decisions, decisions. Made a lot yesterday. Some good, some bad. Some right, some wrong. Some I won't be able to categorize for a while and some that screwed me immediately. Like those chicken sausages that may have been bratwursts. Then I decided to get another birthday cupcake. Then I decided not to work out. Well truthfully, the baby made that decision for me. But let's be clear, none of those decisions worked out for me. Kinda like your decision to get a nose ring. Most people just go with a stud, but you went all in with the bull ring huh? Let me know how that works out for you. And hopefully all my fantasy football decision will work out for me. No f***er! I will not explain my decision to draft Brees over Vick. 

September 1, Day 178, 227 lbs, 37.5% bf

Dear Diary, Man, had a good day. Did bookend bike rides. Already told you about the 30 in the morning. I did another 30 last night after spending  another couple of hours with Harry Potter. I did that after having a cupcake with the family. I did that after spending the day getting a tattoo. And after doing all that stuff I lost weight. Can't complain. Damn.