Dear Diary,
I was too tired to ride more than 45 minutes on the bike last night. I was falling asleep so I didn't finish the workout or the movie Signs. I decided that I needed to heed the signs that were presenting themselves to me. But not before dropping to do my push ups. I made it to 100 straight. I was literally floored by my success. So much so that I then fell asleep on the living room floor. I need the rest. I've been working my a** off lately, but not my stomach. When I hit the scale this morning I weighed the same, but had magically increased my body fat by 1.5%. It figures. Well actually it doesn't. Only in the math deficient world of that dumb f***ing scale.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
July 13, Day 128, 235.8 lbs, 32.5% bf
Dear Diary,
I had such a good ride while watching The Sixth Sense the night before that I decided to make it a whole M. Night Shyamalan week. I think I have enough of his movies that didn't suck to make it through the week. So I hit his second flick. Unbreakable. It's about a regular guy that discovers he is a superhero. So basically my life story. His weakness was water. Mine is, excuse me, was sugar. I'm over that now. Now, this was not as good as his first, but still a pretty damn good one. Kinda like my entries in you. Uh. Not like that. Why do you always think like that? I've never entered you like that. That would be wrong and just about impossible. Huh? You're f***in kidding me. I know I was drunk, but I couldn't have been that drunk, but that would explain the paper cuts. Uh, sorry? Damn. Where was I? No! I was not up in you! You've gotta stop this or I won't be able to tell you I rode another 25 miles with the EBG last night, got in a few reps on the weight bench, hit some sit ups and got to 80 push ups straight before tapping out. I think that only happened because I realized I was at 80. My mental stop block used to be 50, but I got past that. I think I could reach 100 without killing myself. My stop block on sit ups is 30 straight. I'm gonna work on moving that to 50 soon. Maybe I just got inspired to be a superhero because of the movie or because of this bible study series that's going on right now, Supernatural. Not that those are superhero numbers, but I'm starting to feel like I can fly again and I know that I'm not doing it under my own power, though dumb strength is helpful. Hmmm, I'd actually need to lose much more weight before I could take flight. I'll just work on trying to dunk a basketball. That would be super enough for me. Soopamike will rise again!
I had such a good ride while watching The Sixth Sense the night before that I decided to make it a whole M. Night Shyamalan week. I think I have enough of his movies that didn't suck to make it through the week. So I hit his second flick. Unbreakable. It's about a regular guy that discovers he is a superhero. So basically my life story. His weakness was water. Mine is, excuse me, was sugar. I'm over that now. Now, this was not as good as his first, but still a pretty damn good one. Kinda like my entries in you. Uh. Not like that. Why do you always think like that? I've never entered you like that. That would be wrong and just about impossible. Huh? You're f***in kidding me. I know I was drunk, but I couldn't have been that drunk, but that would explain the paper cuts. Uh, sorry? Damn. Where was I? No! I was not up in you! You've gotta stop this or I won't be able to tell you I rode another 25 miles with the EBG last night, got in a few reps on the weight bench, hit some sit ups and got to 80 push ups straight before tapping out. I think that only happened because I realized I was at 80. My mental stop block used to be 50, but I got past that. I think I could reach 100 without killing myself. My stop block on sit ups is 30 straight. I'm gonna work on moving that to 50 soon. Maybe I just got inspired to be a superhero because of the movie or because of this bible study series that's going on right now, Supernatural. Not that those are superhero numbers, but I'm starting to feel like I can fly again and I know that I'm not doing it under my own power, though dumb strength is helpful. Hmmm, I'd actually need to lose much more weight before I could take flight. I'll just work on trying to dunk a basketball. That would be super enough for me. Soopamike will rise again!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
July 12, Day 127, 237.2 lbs, 28.5% bf
Dear Diary,
I was planning on telling you about how I hopped on the exercise bike and road for 25 miles last night while watching The Sixth Sense. Then I was gonna complain about not losing much weight. I was gonna tell a joke and say that you'd get it later and then tie it back to something else saying I better get my weight loss later for the work I did, but not too much later or I'd be pissed. I was gonna do all of that. Then I went to wash my hands this morning and my wedding band fell off in the sink as I was drying my hands. Wow. When I got this thing nearly 6 years ago, it fit almost perfect. I was thinking about losing weight then and I was saying that I'd have to get it cut down. Time passed, my weight increased and the ring only got tighter. I was discouraged by the thought that I'd have to get it stretched because I could no longer fit it without lubing up the finger. Even when I got it on, there was no guarantee I'd get it off. And I had to take it off at night because there was a huge chance that I'd swell up overnight and it would be stuck forever. I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with the ice cream I'd eat in the middle of the night while sitting in front of the boob tube. This s**t has me floored. Oh that reminds me. I was supposed to curse you out too. I don't have it in me today. I'm just a kinda chubby ball of happiness today. If I keep this up, which I will, I'm gonna finally get this ring cut down. While I'm at it I need to take in some of my slacks. I'm starting to look sloppy with all of this extra material in my waist line. Catch you later b***h!
PS. Sorry, couldn't help it. Plus that's the reality of it. When did you get those legs anyway? You some kinda coffee table book?
I was planning on telling you about how I hopped on the exercise bike and road for 25 miles last night while watching The Sixth Sense. Then I was gonna complain about not losing much weight. I was gonna tell a joke and say that you'd get it later and then tie it back to something else saying I better get my weight loss later for the work I did, but not too much later or I'd be pissed. I was gonna do all of that. Then I went to wash my hands this morning and my wedding band fell off in the sink as I was drying my hands. Wow. When I got this thing nearly 6 years ago, it fit almost perfect. I was thinking about losing weight then and I was saying that I'd have to get it cut down. Time passed, my weight increased and the ring only got tighter. I was discouraged by the thought that I'd have to get it stretched because I could no longer fit it without lubing up the finger. Even when I got it on, there was no guarantee I'd get it off. And I had to take it off at night because there was a huge chance that I'd swell up overnight and it would be stuck forever. I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with the ice cream I'd eat in the middle of the night while sitting in front of the boob tube. This s**t has me floored. Oh that reminds me. I was supposed to curse you out too. I don't have it in me today. I'm just a kinda chubby ball of happiness today. If I keep this up, which I will, I'm gonna finally get this ring cut down. While I'm at it I need to take in some of my slacks. I'm starting to look sloppy with all of this extra material in my waist line. Catch you later b***h!
PS. Sorry, couldn't help it. Plus that's the reality of it. When did you get those legs anyway? You some kinda coffee table book?
Monday, July 11, 2011
July 11, Day 126, 237.4 lbs, 32% bf
Dear Diary and Scale,
So I hit a new low yesterday. I was very happy with that. So happy that I went and f***ed it all up. Huh? I deserved it. Well I didn't mean it like that d**kheads. It was a celebration b***hes! I meant that I deserved a treat for my hard work. But believe me, I didn't mean to have it add on like this. I had every intention to work it off. Good intentions? Of course! The road to Hell is paved with them? Are you guys working together against me? Unity?You know what? F*** you. I mean it was sinfully good, but I'll burn you like I should have burned calories before I let you send me there. And yes, I said SHOULD have burned calories. I was gonna hit the bike for a couple of quality hours, but I had errands to run after a long day of investing time in my family. Then I invested some money in my kids in the form of tuition. No I will not invest anything in you. That's like throwing good money after... Hell, you're not even good enough to be called bad money. Let's just say you're a poor investment. After almost falling asleep at the computer I decided to get up and clean the kitchen, scratch that- wash the dishes, and take out the trash somewhere after midnight. I figured since I was burning the midnight oil I might as well burn some calories too. I danced while cleaning hoping it would help out. I threw in some sit ups for good measure as well. All to get to this. An increase. Oh well. At least the cake was worth it. Huh? Increase had nothing to do with you. I'm not giving you anymore cash. I shoulda never gave you ****** money! F*** yo couch!
So I hit a new low yesterday. I was very happy with that. So happy that I went and f***ed it all up. Huh? I deserved it. Well I didn't mean it like that d**kheads. It was a celebration b***hes! I meant that I deserved a treat for my hard work. But believe me, I didn't mean to have it add on like this. I had every intention to work it off. Good intentions? Of course! The road to Hell is paved with them? Are you guys working together against me? Unity?You know what? F*** you. I mean it was sinfully good, but I'll burn you like I should have burned calories before I let you send me there. And yes, I said SHOULD have burned calories. I was gonna hit the bike for a couple of quality hours, but I had errands to run after a long day of investing time in my family. Then I invested some money in my kids in the form of tuition. No I will not invest anything in you. That's like throwing good money after... Hell, you're not even good enough to be called bad money. Let's just say you're a poor investment. After almost falling asleep at the computer I decided to get up and clean the kitchen, scratch that- wash the dishes, and take out the trash somewhere after midnight. I figured since I was burning the midnight oil I might as well burn some calories too. I danced while cleaning hoping it would help out. I threw in some sit ups for good measure as well. All to get to this. An increase. Oh well. At least the cake was worth it. Huh? Increase had nothing to do with you. I'm not giving you anymore cash. I shoulda never gave you ****** money! F*** yo couch!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
July 10, Day 125, 236.4 lbs, 30.5% bf
Dear Diary,
Thats what I'm talking about. Another decrease. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the numbers come up, or should I say go down, both on the weight and the body fat. Now we know I don't trust the scale in the least, but I'm gonna take these numbers and run with them. Huh? Uh, nope. I didn't do any running with anything yesterday. Just some early morning golf and a well placed nap. No. It wasn't because of a concussion. I made it through yesterdays round without any clubs to the dome. Got out of there, got some good food in me and eventually took the kids swimming. No. I didn't drop the kids off at the pool, I actually took them in. Oh? Hahaha, yeah I did drop them off. Those are different kids though. My little nameless brown babies. Conceived and delivered by me. That's funny. Good work. That's what I'm talkin about! Apparently that's all I was talking about, because I don't have much else to say to you. Peace out b***h!
Thats what I'm talking about. Another decrease. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the numbers come up, or should I say go down, both on the weight and the body fat. Now we know I don't trust the scale in the least, but I'm gonna take these numbers and run with them. Huh? Uh, nope. I didn't do any running with anything yesterday. Just some early morning golf and a well placed nap. No. It wasn't because of a concussion. I made it through yesterdays round without any clubs to the dome. Got out of there, got some good food in me and eventually took the kids swimming. No. I didn't drop the kids off at the pool, I actually took them in. Oh? Hahaha, yeah I did drop them off. Those are different kids though. My little nameless brown babies. Conceived and delivered by me. That's funny. Good work. That's what I'm talkin about! Apparently that's all I was talking about, because I don't have much else to say to you. Peace out b***h!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
July 9, Day 124, 237.8 lbs, 35% bf
Dear Diary,
I'm glad to be in the 230's, don't get me wrong. I'm just tired of being on the wrong end of it. There's been a couple of points where I thought I was ready to hit 235, but nooo. I feel like I'm running in place. Huh? Yeah, that's funny. At least I'm running. Whatever b***h. It just feels like I'm at the end of what my body wants to do, but I'm not sure.
My minds telling me no, but my body, my body is telling me yes. Now I don't wanna hurt my belly, but theres something that I must confess... I do not give a f***, what my f***in belly wants. I do not give a f***.
See it thinks it knows what it wants, but I know what it needs, so I'm gonna shrink this f***in belly. I'm not fooling around with you, belly this time its true, and you are gonna eat healthy. See you need someone, someone like me to give you the exercise, and food you need.
Now I don't see nothing wrong, with a burger and some fries, but they will go to your thighs. Yes there is something wrong, if you're eating that s**t all the time, cause you will go up in size.
Now I don't see nothing wrong, with a burger and some fries, but they will go to your thighs. Yes there is something wrong, if you're eating that s**t all the time, cause you will go up in size.
And I don't want to so go f*** yourself belly.
Friday, July 8, 2011
July 8, Day 123, 238.4 lbs, 35% bf
Dear Diary,
Water is a conundrum. Its good for you and helps with weight loss but if you have too much it will f*** you over. I've tried to watch it, but it keeps getting me. I'm pretty sure yesterday's gain was all water. I made the mistake of eating pho for dinner. It's pretty deceiving. You think it's all light, then bam! It's sitting in the bottom of your stomach like a f***in brick. The noodles suck up all that liquid. Kinda like you. You blow.
Water is a conundrum. Its good for you and helps with weight loss but if you have too much it will f*** you over. I've tried to watch it, but it keeps getting me. I'm pretty sure yesterday's gain was all water. I made the mistake of eating pho for dinner. It's pretty deceiving. You think it's all light, then bam! It's sitting in the bottom of your stomach like a f***in brick. The noodles suck up all that liquid. Kinda like you. You blow.
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