Wednesday, September 14, 2011

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.

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